4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day:

When thou with clouds shalt com
To judge the nations at the bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there

To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great business here:
With serious industry and fear

Eternal bliss t'ensure!
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure !
6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receivel,
Transported from this vale to live!

And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly loft in fight,
And hope in full supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

PENITENTIAL.

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HYMN: XVIII.
F

ATHIR of Lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs,
Whose goodness, providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry;
To thee I look, my heart prepare,

Suggest and hearken to my pray's. 2 Since by thy light myself I see

Naked, and poor, and void of thee;
Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say ; .
Thou seest my wants, for help they call,
And, ere I speak, thou know it them all.

3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,

Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will,
Averse to good, and prone to ill;
Thou know'at how wide my passions rove, :
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm’d by love.
4 Fain would I know as known by thee,

And feel the indigence I fee ;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,

Detest and lothe myself and fin.
5 Ah! give me Lord, myself to feel

My total misery reveal ;
Ah! give me, Lord, (I still would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray;
My bus'ness this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath, be pray'r.

HYMN XIX.
'Tis a point I long to know,

Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord, or no?

Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus ?

Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse

Who have never heard his name, 3 Could my heart so hard remain,

Pray'r a task and burden prove; Ev'ry trifle give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within,

All is dark, and vain, and wild; Fill'd with unbelief and fin,

Can I deem myself a child ?

5 If I pray, or hear, or read,

Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
You that love the Lord indeed,

Tell me, Is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my fin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,

If I did not love at all ?
7 Could I joy his faints to meet,

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd ;
Find, at times, the promife fweet,

If I did not love the Lord ?
8 Lord, decide the doubtful case,

Thou who art thy people's sun ;
Shine upon thy work of grace,

If it be indeed begun.
. Let me love thee more and more,

If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to day.

HYMNXX.
The one thing needful, that good part
Which Mary chose with all her heait,
I would pursue with heart and mind,

And seek unweary'd till I find.
2 But, oh! I'm hlind and ignorant;

The Spirit of the Lord I want,
To guide me in the narrow road,

Thai leads to happiness and God. 3 O Lord my God, to thee I pray,

Teach me to know and find the way
How I may have my fins forgiv'n,

And safe and surely get to heav'n. 4. My mind enlighten with sky light,

Thai I may underfand aright,
The glorious gospel-mystery,
Which thews the way to heav'n and thee.

5 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies,

That goodly pearl of so great price;
No other way than Christ there is

To endiess happiness and bliss.
6 O Jesus Chrift, my Lord and God,

Who halt redeemed me by thy blood!
Unite my heart so fast to thee,,
That we may never parted be.

HYMN XXI. o

THAT I could repent !
O that I could believe !
Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent;

The rock in funder cleave!
Thou, by the two-edg'd sword,

My soul and spirit part,
Strike with the hammer of thy word,

And break my stubborn hearts 2 Saviour, and Prince of Peace,

The double grace bestow,
Unloose the bands of wickedness,

And let the captive go:
Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove ;
Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal,

The balm of pard’ning love. 3 For thy own mercy's sake,

The cursed thing remove,
And into thy protection take

The pris'ner of thy love;
In ev'ry trying hour

Stand by my feeble soul,
And skreen me from my nature's pow'r).

'Till thou has made me whole. 4. This is thy will, I know,

That I should holy be,
Should let my sin this moment go,

This moment turn to thee:

O might I now embrace

Thy all sufficient pow'r,
And never more to lin give place,
And never gļieve thee more.

HYMN XXII. i Jaso, let thy

Isu, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep;
Let me be by grace restorid,

On me be all long suff 'ring shown : Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,

The humble contrite heart:
Give, what I have long implor'd,

A portion of thy grief unknown: Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 3 For thinc own compaflion's fake

The gracious wonder show; Caft my fins behind thy back,

And wash me white as snow ;
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,

If I now myself bemoan,
Turn, and lock opon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 4 See me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die !
Life, and happiness, and love,

Drop from thy gracious eye;
Speak the reconciling word;

And let thy mercy melt me down ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone,