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Now accept the proffered bliss.

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DECOURCY.

HYMN 113. 8s & 7s. Calvary. [b]

Suppliant Address to the Saviour. Mark x. 43.

JESUS, full of all compassion,

Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.
e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting-
Send, O send me quick relief!
e 3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

-8 On the word thy blood hath sealed,
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, O 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 perished, suing
"For the boasted Saviour's aid!"
o 10 Saved-the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;

s Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with thy love.

HYMN 114. L. M.

TURNER.

Geneva. [b*]

Vision of the Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxiv. 3.

1LOOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughtered millions round.
e 2 And can these mouldering corpses live?
And can these perished bones revive?
-That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain-

e 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.

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Doddridge.

HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*]
Converting Grace. Ps. xlv. 3-5.

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,
Ride with majestic sway;

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

-4 And when thy victories are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace-

e 5 0 may my humble soul be found
Among that favoured band;

o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land.

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WALLIN.

Bath. [*]

HYMN 116. L. M. Revival of Religion hoped for. WHILE I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. -2 "Though for a time I hide my face, "Rely upon my love and power, "Still wrestle at the throne of grace, "And wait for a reviving hour.

o 3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp;
"I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
e "The winter season has been sharp,
O "But spring shall all its wastes repair."
-4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive;
o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
o Our foes in vain against us strive,

For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b] God's Regard to the actively pious. Mal. iii. 16, 17. HE Lord on mortal worms looks down, From his celestial throne;

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And when the wicked swarm around,

He well discerns his own.

e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times;
And join their efforts to oppose
The wide-prevailing crimes.

-3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear;

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep
Their words in transcript fair;

In the Redeemer's book of life,

Their names recorded are.

d 5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "the world shall know "These humble souls are mine:

"These, when my jewels I produce,

"Shall in full lustre shine.

6"When deluges of fiery wrath

"My foes away shall bear;

"That hand which strikes the wicked through,

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"Shall all my children spare."

DODDRIDGE.

IIYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

Prayer for spiritual Healing.

HOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint.

But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint

This worse distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;

A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.

4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent, and lame;
It overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.

5 (A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)

6 Lord, I am sick; regard my cry,

And set my spirit free;

Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?

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HYMN 119. L. P. M.

NEWTON.

Sheffield. [b *]

Jer. xxiii. 29.

Efficacy of God's Word.
TITH reverend awe, tremendous Lord,
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We hear the thunders of thy word;

o The pride of Lebanon it breaks:

o Swift the celestial fire descends,
The flinty rock in pieces rends,
g And earth to its deep centre shakes.
-2 Arrayed in majesty divine;

Here sanctity and justice shine,

e And horror strikes the rebel through;
g While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done,
a And what thy vengeance yet shall do.
o 3 So spread the honours of thy name;
g The terrors of a God proclaim;
-Thick let the pointed arrows fly;
e Till sinners, humbled in the dust,
Shall own the execution just,
-And bless the hand by which they die.
o 4 Then clear the dark, tempestuous day,
And radiant beams of love display;
Each prostrate soul let mercy raise;
• So shall the bleeding captives feel.

Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, o And change their notes to songs of praise.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 120. C. M. Abridge. Barby. [*]

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Light and Glory of the Word.

HE Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;

Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to every age,

It gives-but borrows none.

-3 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;

o His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.

o 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine,
With beams of heavenly day.

-5 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love;

g Till glory breaks upon my view,
In brighter worlds above.

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COWPER.

HYMN 121. 7s. St. John's. [*]

SAFE

Sabbath Morning.

AFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:

o Day of all the week the best;
Emblem of eternal rest:

-2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name ;

s Show thy reconciling face-
Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.