It boasts of a celestial birth,

And is the gift of God.

2 Jesus it owns as King,

And all-atoning Priest; It claims no merit of its own,

But looks for all in Christ. 3 To him it leads the soul, When filled with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness. 4 Since 'tis thy work alone, And that divinely free;

Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son,

To work this faith in me.

BEDDOME.

HYMN 45. C. M. Arundel. [*]

Faith encouraged by ancient Example. Heb. xi. 13.
RISE, O my soul, pursue the path,
By ancient worthies trod;

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Aspiring, view those holy men,

Who lived and walked with God.

-2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,

Still fresh instruction give.

o 3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious blood,
They conquered every foe;
And to his power and matchless grace,
Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given-
And ne'er forsake the blessed road,
That led them safe to heaven.

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NEEDHAM.

HYMN 46 L. M. Oporto. [*]

The new Convert

THE new-born child of gospel grace,
THE
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,

Beneath EMMANUEL's shining face,
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.

2 No fears he feels-he sees no foes-
No conflict vet his faith employs :

Nor has he learned to whom he owes
The strength and peace his soul enjoys.
e 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting;
And, comforts sinking day by day,
What seemed his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.

-4 When Gideon armed his numerous host,
The Lord soon made his numbers less;
And said, "Lest Israel vainly boast,
d"My arm secured me this success.'
e 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low;
-That, saved by grace, but not our own,
We may not claim the praise we owe.

COWPER.

HYMN 47. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Comforts, true and false.

GOD, whose favourable eye
The sin-sick soul revives;

Holy and heavenly is the joy,
Thy shining presence gives;-
e 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who, with a graceless heart,
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose,
Prepared by Satan's art.

-3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night.

e 4 Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin, and yet rejoice;

e Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice?

-5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power; e That make me blush for what I am, And hate my sin the more.

-6 "Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie;

Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

COWPER.

HYMN 48. C. M. Mear. [*]

Zeal, true and false.

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame,
The fire of love supplies;

e While that which often bears the name,
Is self in a disguise.

e 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;

d The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.

-3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace ;

But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attained its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,

If sinners love the Saviour's name;
Nor seeks it aught beside.

d 5 But self, however well employed,
Has its own ends in view;
And says, as boasting Jehu cried,
"Come, see what I can do."

-6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;

d

But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.

7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 49. C. M. Abridge. [b]
Not go away from Christ. John vi. 67-69.

WHEN any turn from Zion's way,

(Alas, what numbers do!) -Methinks I hear my Saviour say,

"Wilt thou forsake me too?

e 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,

I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

-3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me;

e To whom, or whither could I go,
If I should turn from thee?
-4 Beyond a doubt, I rest assured,
Thou art the CHRIST of God;
• Who hast eternal life secured,
By promise and by blood.

-5 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

o No love but thine can make me blest, And satisfy my heart.

e 6 What anguish has this question stirred,

a

"If I will also go?"

-Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,

d I humbly answer-No!

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NEWTON.

HYMN 50. L. M. Carthage. [b *]
Not ashamed of Jesus. Mark viii. 38.

JESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Scorned be the thought, by rich and poor,
O may I scorn it more and more.

2 Ashamed of Jesus !-sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus!-that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
p 4 Ashamed of Jesus!—yes, I may—
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
-5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

GRIGO.

HYMN 51. C. M. Colchester. [*]

Inconstancy in Religion. Hosea vi. 4.

'PEwe hail thy sacred Name:

ERPETUAL Source of light and grace,

Through every year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same.

2 On us, all worthless as we are,
It wondrous mercy pours;

o Sure as the heaven's established course,
And plenteous as the showers.

e 3 Inconstant service we repay,
And treacherous vows renew;
False as the morning's scattering cloud,
And transient as the dew.

p 4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,
In all thy righteous ways.

o 5 Armed with this energy divine,
Our souls shall steadfast move;

o And with increasing transports press
On to thy courts above.

6 So by thy power the morning sur
Pursues his radiant way;

o Brightens each moment in his race,

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And shines to perfect day.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 52. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

O that I were as in months past. Job xxix. 2.

bIS The Saviour's pardoning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.

WEET was the time, when first I felt

o 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

-3 (In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;

I lived upon my Saviour's smiles,
And leaned upon his arm.)

o 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,
1 called each promise mine.
SELECT.