3 Jesus ! harmonious name!

It charms the bosts above;
They evermore proclaim,

And wonder at, bis love :
Tis all their happiness to gaze,--
'Tis heaven to see our Jesus' face,
4 His name the sinner hears,

And is from sin set free;
'Tis music in his ears;

'Tis life and victory;
New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.
50 unexampled love!

0 all-redeeming grace!
How swiftly didst thou move

To save a fallen race!
What shall I do to make it known,
What thou for all mankind hast done!
6 0 for a trumpet voice,

On all the world to call,
To bid their hearts rejoice

In him who died for all :
For all, my Lord was crucified;
For all, for all, my Saviour died.

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The immensity of His grace.
WHAT
THAT shall I c. my God to love! !

My loving God to praise !
The length, and breadth, and height to frova

And depth of sov'reigu grace! 9 Thy sov'reigo grace to all extends,

Iminense and unconfined ; From age to age it never ends;

It reaches all mankind.

3 Throughout the world its breadth is known,

Wide as infinity :-
So wide it never pass'd by one,

Or it had pass'd by me.
4 My trespass was grown up to heaven;

But, far above the skies,
Through Christ abundantly forgiven,

I see thy mercies rise.
5 The depth of all-redeeming love,

What angel tongue can tell! O may I to the utmost prove

The gift unspeakable ! 308

L. M. Rejoicing in the glory of His grace. LORY to God, whose sov'reign grace Call'd us to stand before his face,

And raised us into Abrah'm's song. 2 The people that in darkness lay,

In sin and error's deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel-day,

In Jesus' lovely face display'd. 3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,

And bared thine arm in all our sight; Hašt made the reprobates thine own,

And claim'd the outcasts as thy right. 4 Thy single arm, almighty Lord,

To us the great salvation brought; Thy Word, thy all-creating Word,

That spake at first the world from naughte 5 For this the saints lift up their voice,

And ceaseless praise to thee is given; for this the hosts above rejoice,

And praise thee in the highest heaven.

L.

DEPRAVITY.
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Original and actual sin.
LORD wo are vile, conceived in sin,
Spring from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Tby law demands a perfect beart,
But we 're detiled in every part.
8 Behold, we fall before thy face;
Our only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.
4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor byssop branch, nor sprinkling priest
Nor running brook, nor food, nor sen,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
6 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone,

Hath power sufficient to atone; 1

Thy blood can make us white as snow
No Jewish types could cleanse u$ 80.
6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make these broken hearts rejoice.
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Totally diseased.
WHILE dead in tres passes I lio,

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Call me, thou Son of God, that

May hear thy voice, and live.

2 While full of anguish and disease,

My weak, distemper'd soul Thy love compassionately sees :

O let it make me whole.
3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still

To Jesus' name subnuit:
Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,

And place me at thy feet.
4 To Jesus' name, if all things now

A trembling homage pay,
O let my stubborn spirit bow,--

My stiff-neck'd will obey.
5 I know in thee all fulness dwells,

And all for wretched man: Fill every want my spirit feels,

And break off every chain. 311

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Dead in trespasses and sins.
TOW helpless nature lies,
The heart unchanged can never rise

To happiness and God.
2 Can aught but power divine

The stubborn will eubdue 'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine

To for the heart anew : 3 The passions to recall,

And ipward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall

From renson's darken'd eyes. 4 O change these hearts of ours,

And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,

Almighty Lord, be thine.

312

S. M.

Helpless and guilty.
H, how shall fallen man
A

Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,

We sink beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults

A just excuse devise !
3 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake,
4 Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God!
None--none can meet him, and escape,

But through the Saviour's blood.
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Without God in the world.
TOD is in this and every place;
U But , how dark and void
To me !— tis one great wilderness,

This earth without my God.
2 Empty of Him who all things fills,

Till be his light impart,
Till he his glorious self reveals,-

The veil is on my heart.
30 Thou who seest and know'st my grler,

Thyself unseen, unknown,
Pity my helpless unbelief,

And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye

The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,

Behold thy face and live.