To the cold dungeon of the grave, o My God shall raise my frame anew, s 3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies, -Bring that delightful-dreadful day; o Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; HYMN 103. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] OME, happy souls, approach your God, 1[C With new Come, tender to Almighty grace The tributes of your tongues. e 2 So strange, so boundless was the love, That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son, To give them life again. -3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. e 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, o When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. -5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; o Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die. e 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace ; o We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise.] HYMN 104. S. M. Peckham. [*] Christ's Mediation. AISE your triumphant songs o Let the wide earth resound the deeds, o 2 Its chief Beloved chose; -3 His hand no thunder bears, No terrour clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. e 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons down, 0.5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, d Bow to the sceptre of his love, e 6 e 1 To the salvation thou hast brought; HYMN 105. C. M. Reading. [b] Repentance flowing from Divine Patience.: AND are we wretches yet alive! And do we yet rebel! e 'Tis boundless-'tis amazing love,- 2 The burden of our weighty guilt And threat'ning vengeance rolls above, d 3 Almighty goodness cries-Forbear! e And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? p 4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, o 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command; Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand, HYMN 106. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor. [b] Repentance at the Cross. p 1 OH, if my soul was form'd for wo, Repentance should like rivers flow, 2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee. -3 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine, That crucify'd my God; Those sins, that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh, Fast to the fatal wood. d 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die! Nor will I spare the guilty things, e 5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart, o I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murd'rers too. 1TH HYMN 107. C. M. Windsor. [*] e 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, d a 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. p 4 What to be banish'd for my life, To linger in eternal pain, a 5 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove And fix my doleful station where 6 [Jesus, I throw my arms around, o 7 Oh! tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Shew me some promise in thy book, 8 [Give me one kind, assuring word, And cheerfully my soul shall wait HYMN 108. C. M. St. Asaph's. [*] Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator. 1 COME, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above; And smile to see our Father there, e 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, -5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are open'd by the Son; o High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' Almighty throne. s 6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, And glory to th' eternal King, HYMN 109. L. M. Islington. [b] "L The darkness of Providence. ORD, we adore thy vast designs, 3 Through seas, and storms of deep distress, We sail by faith, and not by sight; Faith guides us in the wilderness, Through all the briers and the night. e 4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod Resolve to scourge us here below, -Still we must lean upon our God; o Thine arm shall bear us safely through.] HYMN 110. S. M. Aylesbury. Kibworth. [*1 Death and the Resurrection. a 1 AND must this body die? This mortal frame decay? a And must these active limbs of mine -2 o Till my triumphant spirit comes, To put it on afresh. -3 God, my Redeemer, lives, Looks down and watches all my dust- 0 4 Array'd in glorious grace, Shall these vile bodies shine; And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heavenly and divine. |