1 HYMN 108. L. M. Babylon. [b] The Sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. iv, 27. 1RABehold AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eyeBehold 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 sale 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'Tekel-thy 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. e 1 SI HYMN 109. 7s. Fairfax. [b] Sinner, prepare to meet God. INNER, art thou still secure? 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 bar'd; Awful terrours clothe his brow! e For his judgment stand prepar'dThou 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 ? When the world is wrapp'd in flame ? 1 Newton. HYMN 110. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b] e 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, A thousand stings within your breast 0 3 Why will you in the crooked ways In pain you travail all your days, o 4 But he who turns to God shall live, His mercy will the guilt forgive Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, o 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; o He will forgive your numerous faults Through a Redeemer's blood. 1 Farvcett. HYMN 111. 8, 7 & 4. Littleton. [b] ST Sinners entreated to hear. INNERS, will you scorn the message, e Every sentence-Oh how tender! o Every line is full of love. e -2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel News from Zion's king proclaim, To each rebel sinner-' Pardon,'Free forgiveness in his name.' How important! d Free forgiveness in his name! e -3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour; Chase away the falling tears: Tender heralds o Chase away the falling tears. e -4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford; d Take the warnings they afford. p S Who embrac'd the news of pardon, Offer'd to you by the Lord! Can you slight it Offer'd to you by the Lord! -6 O ye angels, hovering round us, Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. 1 HYMN 112. 7s. Fairfax. [b*] C OME, ye weary souls oppress'd, He can wound, and he make whole. In his word he's passing by Allen. p 3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind, 1 Decourcy. HYMN 113. 8s & 7s. Calvary. [b] JESUS, full of all compassion, Hear thy humble suppliant's cry; dying, -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 *] L Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, In vain they call, in vain they cry, -Till thine almighty aid is nigh. o 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. o 5 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. 1 HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*] HAIL, 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, Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly, -4 And when thy vict'ries are complete, Shall round the throne of mercy meet, e 5 Oh may my humble soul be found, o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land. e 1 HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*] Wallin. HILE I to grief my soul gave way, WH To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, |