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2 To all the various helps of art 4 If half the strings of life should Kindly thy healing power impart;
break, Bethesda't bath refused to save,
He can our frame restore, Unless an Angel bless'd the wave. And cast our sins behind his back, 3 All med'cines act by thy decree, And they are found no more. Receive commission all from thee; 5 To him I cry'd, Thy servant save, And not a plant which spreads the plains, 'Thou ever good and just; But teems with health, when heaven Thy power can rescue from the grave; ordains.
• Thy power is all my trust! 4 Clay and Siloam's | pool, we find, 6 He heard, and saved my soul from At heaven's command restored the death, blind;
And dry'd' my falling tears: And Jordan's † waters hence were seen Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, To wash a Syrian leper clean.
Through my remaining years. 5 But grant me nobler favours still,
On the same.
God, since thou hast raised me MY
up, My crimes, my crimes arise in view, Arrest niy trembling tongue in prayer, Restored by thine Almighty power,
Thee I'll extol with thankful voice; And pour the horrors of despair.
With fear before thee I'll rejoice. 7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs,
2 With troubles worn, with pain opMy tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes; To me thy boundless love extend,
pressid, My God, my Father, and my friend.
To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; 8 These lovely names I ne'er could Thou did'st support my sinking hopes, piead,
My life did'st rescue from the grave. Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed;
3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, His blood procures for human race
With me sing praises to the Lord; Admittance to the throne of grace.
Call all his goodness to your mind, 9 When sin has shot its poisoy'd dart,
And all his faithfulness record. And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, 4 His anger is but short; his love, His blood is all-sufficient found
Which is our lite, hath certain stayi To draw the shaft and heal the wound. Griet' may continue for a night, 10 What arrows pierre so deep as sin?
But joy returns with rising day!
5 Then what I vow'd in my distress, What venom gives such pain within ? Thou great Physician of the soul,
In happier hours I now will give, Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. And strive, that in my grateful verse 11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,
His praises may for ever live. And bow submissive to thy will,
6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Sickness and death shall both agree
The blest and undivided Three To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.
The one sole Giver of all life,
Glory and praise for ever be.
declares Our God deserves our song;
To those in Christ who die! We take the pattern
of our praise Released from all their earthly cares, From Hezekiah's & tongue.
• They reign with him or high. 2 The gates of the devouring grave 2 Then why lament departed friends, Are open'd wide in vain,
Or sh: ke at death's alarms! If he that holds the keys of death Death's but the servant Jesus sends Command them fast again.
To call us to his arms. 3 When he but speaks the healig word, 3 If sin be pardon'd we're secure, Then no disease withstands;
Death hath no sting beside; Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, The law gave sin its strength and And fly, as he commands.
But Christ, our ransom, died ! " John, y: 4. 1 John, ix. 7. | 2 Kings, 4 The graves of all his saints he blen'il
v. 10. Isaiah, xxxix. 9, LLC When in the grave be lay i
And rising thence, their hopes he raised
The same Commission, from St. Mark,
xvi. 15, &c. and from St. Matt. xxviii.
10 preach my Gospel,' saith the
"Bid the whole earth my grace receive; Christ's Commission to preach the Gospel.
Explain to them my sacred Word,
Bid them believe, obey, and live! St. Matt. chap. X.
2 ' I'll make my great commission 10 forth, ye Heralds, in my name,
"And ye shall prove my Gospel true, The glorious Jubilee proclaim, By all the works that I have done,
Where'er the human race is found. And all the wonders ye shall do.
And teach them where salvation lies; Go cast out deyils in my naine;
But barmless as the peacefui dove, • I'm with you till the world shall endi And let your heaven-taught conduct All power is trusted in my hands; show
'I can destroy, and can defend.? That ye're commission'd from above. 15 He spake, and light shone round his 4 Freely from me ye have received,
head; Freely, in love, to others give; On a bright cloud to heaven he rode; Thus shall your doctrives be believed, They to the farthest nations spread
And, by your labours, sinners live. The grace of their ascended God.
15 He comes, the broken heart to bind, ADVENT.
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace, The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke, t' enrich
the humble poor. iv. 18, 19.
6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
The Blessedne;s of Gospel Times ; or, the
Reoclution of Christ to Jews and Gen-
tiles. Isa. v. 2, 7—10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17. 3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, OW beauteous are their feet
In satan's bondage held,
And words of peace reveal!
How sweet their tidings are !
• He reigns and triumphs bere.'
3 How happy are our ears
4'Who is the King of Glory, who?" That hear this joyful sound,
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, Which kings and prophets waited for, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erAnd sought, but never found.
threw, 4 How blessed are our eyes
And Jesus is the conqueror's name. That see this heavenly light!
5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, Prophets and kings desired it long, And angels chant the solemn lay, , But died without the sight.
* Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 5 The watchmen join their voice, "Ye everlasting doors, give way! And tuneful notes employ,
6. Who is the King of Glory, who? Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
The Lord of boundless power possest, And deserts learn the joy.
The King of saints and angels too, 6 The Lord males bare his arm God over all, for ever blest! Through all the earth abroad!
The Penitent's Supplication. Christ dying, rising, and reigning. Thoalhamy crimes before thee lie, E dies! the Friend of sinners dies ! Bebold them not with angry look,
2 Create my nature pure within, A solemn darkness veils the skies!
And form my soul averse to sin: A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two Nor hide thy presence from my heart. For him who groan'd beneath your load; 3 I cannot live without thy light, He shed a thousand drops for you, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: A thousand drops of richer blood ! Thine holy joys, my God, restore, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! And guard me that I fali no more. The Lord of glory dies for men ! 4 Tho' I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord But lo! what sudden joys we see! Thy help and comfort still afford; Jesus,
dead, revives again! And let a wretch come near thy throne, 4 The rising God forsakes the toinb: To plead the merits of thy Son. Up to his Father's court he flies; 5 A broken heart, my God, my Kingo! Cherubic legions guard him home, Is all the sacrifice I bring; And shout him welcome to the skies! The God of Grace will ne'er despise 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and A broken heart for sacrifice. tell
6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, How high our great Deliverer reigns; And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And led the tyrant death in chains! And save the soul condemn'd to die. 6 Say, Live for ever, glorious King 17 Then will I teach the world thy ways; • Born to redeem, instruct, and save! Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; Then ask—o death, where is thy I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, sting!
And they shall praise a pard'ning God. And where thy victory, O grave! 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song ;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteous Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7.
HYMN XXXI!I. O Lord is risen from the dead,
PENITENTIAL. The powers of hell are captive led,
Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4. Dragg’d to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
Tow oft, alas! this wretched heart And angels chant the solemn lay,
Has wander'd from the Lord! Lift up your heads ye heavenly gates! How oft my roving thoughts depart, • Ye everlasting doors, give way!' Forgetful of his word! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, * Return;" And wide unfold the radiant scene; Dear Lord, and may I come! lle claims those mansions as his right, My vile ingratitude I mourn; Receive the King of Glory in.
O take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thon yet forgive,
The Necessity of renewing Grace
COW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray:
The safe, the narrow way.
3 Can aught beneath a power divine And let me rove no more.
The stubborn will subdue ?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To forna the heart anew.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.
5 To chase the shades of death away, When shall the means of healing be
And bid the sinner live!
A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
'Tis thine alone to give.
60 change these wretched hearts of
And give them life divine!
Almighty Lord, be thine.
What snares beset my way!
And hourly watch and pray.
12 How oft my mournful thoughts com-
And melt in flowing tears!
That my load of sin were gone! My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
o that I could at last submit, How strong my foes and fears ! At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
13 O gracious God, in whom I live, To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!
My feeble efforts aid;
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Though trembling and afraid.
And stamp thine image on my lieart. When foes and fears prevail;
Or soon my strength will fail.
Till I am wholly lost in thee. Or lure my feet aside,
Thy light and easy burden prove, My guardian and my guide.
And bid the tempter flee;
The Joys of Heaven.
aprd, and warm each languid
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven inpart
Their influence to our song:
2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, We're marching through Immanuels And discord there shall cease;
ground, And perfect joy, and love sincere, To fairer worlds on high. Adorn the realms of peace.
HYMN XL. 3 The soul from sin for ever free, Shall mourn its power no more;
Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. But, clothed in spotless purity,
Tow long shall earth's alluring tog Redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling Regardless of immortal joys, bright!)
And strangers to the skies!
2 These transient scenes will soon decay, And bcams ineffable delight
They fade upon the sight; On all the heavenly minds.
And quickly will their brightest day 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb Be lost in endless night. Join in immortal songs;
3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain! And endless honours to his name With conscious sighs we own;
Employ their tuneful tongues. While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and O'ershade the smiling noon. love,
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly Our feeble notes inspire;
Above these gloomy shades, Till
in thy blissful courts above, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, We join th' Angelic choir.
Which sorrow ne'er invades!
5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,
Uuconscious of decay: COME, we that love
; 6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, Join in a song with sweet accord,
To guide our upward aim ! And thus surround the throne. With one reviving touch of thine 2 The sorrows of the mind
Our languid hearts inflame. Be banish'd from this place;
7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, Religion never was design'd
Our ardent wishes rise To make our pleasures less.
To those bright scenes, where pleasures 3 Let those refuse to sing
spring That never knew our God,
Immortal in the skies. But fay'rites of the heavenly King
HYMN XLI. May speak their joys abroad.
The Christian's Confidence. 4 The God that rules on high,
THEN I can read my title clear And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, I'll bid farewell to every fear. And manages the seas:
And wipe my weeping eyes, 5 This awful God is ours,
2 Should earth against my soul engage Our Father and our love: He shall send down his heavenly powers Then I can smile at satan's rage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd. To carry us above.
And face a frowning world, 6 There shall we see his face, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And never, never sin;
Let storms of sorrow fall; There, from the rivers of his
grace So I but safely reach my home, Drink endless pleasure in.
My God, my heaven, my all : 7 Yes, and before we rise
4 There I shall bathe my weary soul To that immortal state,
In seas of heavenly rest, The thoughts of such amazing bliss
And not a wave of trouble roll Should constant joys create. 8 The men of grace have found
Across my peaceful breast. Glory begun below;
ix. Before we reach the heavenly fields,
IFE is the time to serve the Lord, Oi walk the golden streets.
; 19 Then let our songs abound,
And wbile the lamp holds out to buy And every tear be dry;
The vilest sinner may return.
Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl.