90. Regeneration by the Spirit. C. M.
1 Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Breathes on the sons of flesh,
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quicken'd souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

Watts.

91. Regeneration by the Spirit. C. M. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load!

The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine
The stubborn will subdue?

'Tis thine, almighty Spirit, thine
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine the passions to recal,
And upwards bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes;

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live:

A beam of heav'n, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give.

50 change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine!

Then shall our passions and our pow'rs,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

Steele.

WARNING.

92. The New Birth. C. P. M.
1 Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in guilt and thrall I found,
Expos'd to endless wo;

Eternal truth did loud proclaim,
"The sinner must be born again,"

Or else to ruin go.

2 Amaz'd I stood, but could not tell Which way to shun the gates of hell; For death and hell drew near:

I strove indeed, but strove in vain:
"The sinner must be born again!"
Still sounded in my ear.

3 When to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head;
I no relief could find.

This dreadful truth renew'd my pain, "The sinner must be born again!" And whelm'd my tortur'd mind. 4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast oppressive load:

Alas! I read and saw it plain,
"The sinner must be born again,"
Or feel the wrath of God.

5 The saints I heard with rapture tell
How Jesus conquer'd death and hell,
And broke the fowler's snare;
Yet when I found this truth remain,
"The sinner must be born again,"
I sunk in deep despair.

6 But while I thus in anguish lay,
The gracious Saviour pass'd this way,
And felt his pity move:

The sinner, by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,

And sings Redeeming love.

Oc cum.

93. Ye must be born again. C. M.

1 Sinners, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;

For Christ the Saviour hath declar'd,
"Ye must be born again.”

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner's boast is vain;

Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
"Ye must be born again."

3 Our nature totally deprav'd,

The heart a sink of sin;

Without a change we can't be sav'd;
"Ye must be born again."
4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,

And breathe on sinners slain;
Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,
That we are born again.

Hoskins.

94. The Judgment hastening. C. M.

1 Now is the time, th' accepted hour,
O sinners, come away;

The Saviour 's knocking at your door,
Arise, without delay.

2 Oh! don't refuse to give him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw:

He'll then in robes of vengeance come
To execute his law.

3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of grace;

When you your injured Judge shall see, And stand before his face?

4 Oh! could you shun that dreadful sight, How would you wish to fly

To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye!

5 The dead, awake, must all appear,
And you among them stand,
Before the great impartial bar,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand.

6 Let not these warnings be in vain;
But lend a listening ear;

Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrapt in keen despair.

95. Repent. C. M.

1 Repent, the voice celestial cries,

Nor longer dare delay;

Cowper,

The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2 O humbly in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess:
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with his grace.