2 As well might Ethiopian slaves
Wash out the darkness of their skin;
The dead as well may leave their graves,
As old transgressors cease to sin.

3 Where vice has held its empire long,
"Twill not endure the least control;
None, but a power divinely strong,
Can turn the current of the soul.
4 Great God, I own thy power divine,
That works to change this heart of mine;
I would be form'd anew, and bless
The wonders of creating grace.

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HYMN 161. C. M. Reading. [b] Christian Virtues: or, Difficulty of going to Heaven. TRAIT is the way, the door is strait, That lead to joys on high; "Tis but a few that find the gate, While crowds mistake and die. 2 Beloved self must be deny'd, The mind and will renew'd; Passion suppress'd, and patience try'd, And vain desires subdu'd.

3 (Flesh is a dang'rous foe to grace,
Where it prevails and rules;

Flesh must be humbled, pride abas'd,
Lest they destroy our souls.)

4 The love of gold be banish'd hence,
That vile idolatry;

And ev'ry member, ev'ry sense,
In sweet subjection lie.

5 The tongue, that most unruly power,
Requires a strong restraint;

We must be watchful ev'ry hour,
And pray, but never faint.

e 6 Lord! can a feeble, helpless worm,
Fulfil a task so hard!

o Thy grace must all my work perform, And give the free reward.

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HYMN 162. C. M. Swanwick. [*]
Meditation of Heaven: or, the Joy of Faith.

MY

Y thoughts surmount these lower skies,
And look within the vail;

o There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.

-2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three in One ;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.

o 3 His promise stands for ever firm;
His grace shall ne'er depart;
-He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings:
How short our sorrows are-
When with eternal, future things,
The present we compare!

o 5. I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,

Where I for ever hope to dwell,
Near my Redeemer's face.

HYMN 163. C. M. Reading. [*]

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Complaint of Desertion and Temptations.

EAR Lord, behold our sore distress;
Our sins attempt to reign,

Stretch out thine arm of conqu❜ring grace,
And let thy foes be slain.

2 (The lion, with his dreadful roar,
Affrights thy feeble sheep:
Reveal the glory of thy power,
And chain him to the deep.

3 Must we indulge a long despair?
Shall our petitions die?

Our mournings never reach thine ear,
Nor tears affect thine eye?
4 If Thou despise a mortal groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's blood;
An Advocate, so near the throne,
Pleads and prevails with God.

5 He brought the Spirit's powerful sword,
To slay our deadly foes:

Our sins shall die beneath thy word,
And hell in vain oppose.

6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
In height, and depth, and length!
He made his Son our righteousness
His Spirit is our strength.]

HYMN 164. C. M. Windsor. [b]

"WE

The End of the World.

WHY should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes

On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And ev'ry pleasure dies?

e 2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares Our comforts to devour,

o There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.

e 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
The sun must end his race;
-The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

o 4 When will that glorious morning rise!
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?]

HYMN 165. C. M. Wantage. China. [b] Unfruitfulness, Ignorance, and unsanctified Affections. P 1ONG have I sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord;

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But still how weak my faith is found-
And knowledge of thy word!

e 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;

How small a portion of thy grace
My mem❜ry can retain !

3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known,
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!]

p 4 (How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!

How low my hopes of joys above!
How few affections there!)

-5 Great God, thy sovereign power impart, To give thy word success;

Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.

o 6 (Shew my forgetful feet the way,
That leads to joys on high;

There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.

HYMN 166. C. M. Mitcham. [*]
The Divine Perfections.
OW shall I praise th' eternal God,
That Infinite UNKNOWN?

e Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
2 (The great Invisible ! he dwells
Conceal'd in dazzling light :
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.

-3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep,
Survey the world around

;

e His wisdom is a boundless deep,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.)

o 4 (Speak we of strength? his arm is strong, To save or to destroy;

e Infinite years his life prolong,

And endless is his joy.)

-5 (He knows no shadow of a change,

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Nor alters his decrees;

Firm as a rock his truth remains,

To guard his promises.)

p 6 (Sinners before his presence die : How holy is his name!

d His anger and his jealousy

Burn, like devouring flame.)

e 7 Justice, upon a dreadful throne, Maintains the rights of God;

o While mercy sends her pardons down, Bought with a Saviour's blood.

e 8 Now to my soul, immortal King, Speak some forgiving word;

o Then 'twill be double joy to sing The glories of my Lord.]

HYMN 167. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]

The Same.

REAT God! thy glories shall employ
My holy fear, my humble joŷ;

My lips, in songs of honour, bring

Their tribute to th' eternal King.

2 (Earth and the stars, and worlds unknown, Depend, precarious, on his throne;

All nature hangs upon his word,

And grace and glory own their Lord.)

3 (His sovereign power what mortal knows?
If he commands, who dare oppose?
With strength he girds himself around,
And treads the rebels to the ground.)
4 (Who shall pretend to teach him skill,
Or guide the counsels of his will?
His wisdom, like a sea divine,

Flows deep and high beyond our line.)
5 His Name is holy, and his eye
Burns with immortal jealousy;

He hates the sons of pride, and sheds
His fiery vengeance on their heads.)
6 (The beamings of his piercing sight
Bring dark hypocrisy to light;
Death and destruction naked lie,
And hell uncover'd to his eye.)
7 (Th' eternal law before him stands:
His justice, with impartial hands,
Divides to all their due reward,
Or by the sceptre or the sword.)
8 (His mercy, like a boundless sea,
Washes our load of guilt away;
While his own Son came down and dy'd,
T'engage his justice on our side.)

9 (Each of his words demands my faith;
My soul can rest on all he saith:
His truth inviolably keeps

The largest promise of his lips.)
10 Oh, tell me, with a gentle voice,
Thou art my God, and I'll rejoice:
Fill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim
The brightest honours of thy name.]

HYMN 168. L. M. Old Hundred. Psalm 97. [*]

The Same.

EHOVAH reigns-his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty;
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His glory shines with beams so bright,
No mortal can sustain the sight.

e 2 His terrours keep the world in awe,
His justice guards his holy law;

o His love reveals a smiling face,

His truth and promise seal the grace. -3 Through all his works his wisdom shines, And baffles Satan's deep designs;