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HYMN 108. L. M. Babylon. [b] The Sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. iv, 27. 1 D AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye

Behold God's balance lifted high! There will his justice be display'd, And there thy hope and life be weigh’d. 2 See in one skale his perfect law; Mark with what force its precepts draw ; e Would'st thou the awful test sustain ?d Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain! -3 Behold the hand of God appears,

To trace those dreadful characters; d 'Tekelthy soul is wanting found,

And wrath shall smite thee to the ground.' e 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace;

Let horrour shake thy tott'ring knees; p Through all thy thoughts let anguish roll,

And deep repentance melt thy soul. -5 One only hope may yet prevail

Christ has a weight to turn the scale; o Still does the gospel publish peace,

And shew a Saviour's righteousness. -6 Great God, exert thy power to save ; Deep on the heart these truths engrave; The pond'rous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. Doddridge.

HYMN 109. 7s. Fairfax. [b]

Sinner, prepare to meet God. ei SINNER, art thou still secure?

w Wilt thou still refuse to pray? Can thy heart or hand endure,

In the Lord's avenging day? d 2 See, his mighty arm is bard;

Awful terrours clothe his brow! e For his judgment stand prepar'd

Thou must either break or bow. g 3 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth affrighted hastes to flee;

Solid mountains melt like wax: p What will then become of thee !

e 4 Who his advent may abide ? -You, who glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide, When the world is wrapp'd in flame? 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace, Soon we must resign our breath; And our souls be call'd to pass Through the iron gate of death. 6 Let us now our day improve,Listen to the gospel voice; Seek the things that are above ; Scorn the world's pretended joys. Newton. HYMN 110. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b]

Sinners entreated to forsake their ways. Is. lv, 7. 1 CINNERS, the voice of God regard; e N His mercy speaks to-day; - He calls you by his sovereign word,

From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,

You live, devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.
03 Why will you in the crooked ways

Of sin and folly go ?
In pain you travail all your days,

To reap immortal wo!
04 But he who turns to God shall live,

Through his abounding grace : His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those who seek his face.
-5 Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing ev'ry sin;
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.
0 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts;

He pardons like a God :.
o He will forgive your numerous faults

Through a Redeemer's blood. Fawcett.
HYMN 111. 8, 7 & 4. Littleton. [b]

Sinners entrcated to hear.
CINNERS, will you scorn the message,

Sent in mercy from above!

e Every sentence-Oh how tender!
-Every line is full of love ;
a Listen to it-
o Every line is full of love.
-2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel

News from Zion's king proclaim,
0 To each rebel sinner-Pardon,

'Free forgiveness in his name.' e How important! d Free forgiveness in his name! -3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;

And with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tears: e Tender heraldso Chase away the falling tears. -4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word,

While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford; e We entreat you, d Take the warnings they afford. e 5 Who hath our report believed ? Who receiv'd the joyful word ?

Who embrac'd the news of pardon, Offer'd to you by the Lord ! p Can you slight it

Offer'd to you by the Lord ! -6 O ye angels, hovering round us,

Waiting spirits, speed your way,
o Hasten to the court of heaven,

Tidings bear without delay:
S Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.

HYMN 112. 7s. Fairfax. [b *]

Burdened Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. ix, 23. 1 MOME, ye weary souls oppress’d,

u Find in Christ the promis'd rest; On him all your burdens roll ; He can wound, and he make whole. 2 Ye who dread the wrath of God, Come, and wash in Jesus' blood : To the Son of David cry; In his word he's passing by

3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss. Decourcy.

HYMN 113. 88 & 7s. Calvary. [b]

Suppliant Address to the Saviour. Mark x, 43. 1 TESUS, full of all compassion,

J Hear thy humble suppliant's cry; Let me know thy great salvation; p See, I languish, faint, and die. e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,

Overwhelm'd with helpless griefProstrate at thy feet repenting

Send, oh send me quick relief! e 3 Whither should a wretch be flying,

But to him who comfort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying,

But to him who ever lives? -8 On the word thy blood hath sealed,

Hangs my everlasting all ; Let thine arm be now revealed,

Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall! e 9 In the world of endless ruin,

Let it never, Lord, be said, d 'Here's the soul that perish’d, suing

'For the boasted Saviour's aid! o 10 Sav'd—the deed shall spread new glory

Through the shining realms above ; s Angels sing the pleasing story,

All enraptur'd with thy love. Turner.
HYMN 114. L. M. Geneva. [b *]

Vision of the Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxiv, 3.
1 T OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

I See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads its trophies o’er the ground,

And scatters slaughter'd millions round.
e 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live,

And can these perish'd bones revive? -That, mighty God, to thee is known;

That wondrous work is all thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain-

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e In vain they call, in vain they cry,
-Till thine almighty aid is nigh.
0 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,

Life spreads through all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice ;

They move, they waken, they rejoice. 05 So when thy trumpet's awful sound

Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies. Doddridge.

HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*]

Converting Grace. Ps. xlv, 35.
1 TTAIL, mighty Jesus, how divine

Is thy victorious sword !
The stoutest rebel must resign,

At thy commanding word. e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give,

They pierce the hardest heart; o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,

And joy succeeds to smart.
g 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,

Ride with majestic sway;
Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,

And make thy foes obey.
-4 And when thy victries are complete,

And all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of mercy meet,

To sing thy conquering grace-
e 5 Oh may my humble soul be found,

Among that favour'd band; o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land Wallin. HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*]

Revival of Religion hoped for. e 1 W HILE I to grief my soul gave way,

W To see the work of God decline, --Methought I heard the Saviour say, g 'Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. --2 "Though for a time I hide my face,

Rely upon my love and power; 'Still wrestle at the throne of grace, . And wait for a reviving hour.

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