HYMN 147. C. M.
Trust of the Wicked and the Righteous.

Jer. xvii. 5-8.
CEE how the worthless bramble stands,

Beneath a burning sky ;
Wither'd and parch'd in barren sands

And only grow's to die.
2 Such is the sinner's awful case,

Who makes the world his trust; And dares his confidence to place

In vanity and dust.
3 A secret curse destroys his root,

And dries his moisture up;
He lives a while, but bears no fruit,

Then dies without a hope.
4 But happy he whose hopes depend

Upon the Lord alone;
The son that trusts in such a friend
Can ne'er be overthrown.

HYMN 148. C. M.
Delight in God. Psalm xxxvi. 4.
SYRANT, Lord, I may delight in thee;
U And on thy care depend ;
To thee in every trouble flee,

My besi, my only friend.
2 ithen all created streams are dry'de

Thy fulness is the same; May i with this be satisfy’d,

And glory in thy name !
3 Why should the soul a drop bemoait,

Who has a fountain near,
A fountain which will ever run,

With waters sweet and clear?

4 No good in creatures can be found,

But all is found in thee :
I must be blessed and abound,

While thou art God to me.
5 Oh, that I had a stronger faith,

To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,

Whose word can never fail !
6 O Lord, I cast my care on thee,

I triumph and adore ;
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.

HYMN 149. L. M.

The wonderful Love of Christ. NOME, let me love, or is my mind

U Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice? I see the blessed fair one bend, And stoop t'embrace me from the skies! 2 Oh ! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, And make a heart of iron move, That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look, Should seek and wish a mortal love! 3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire, Bound to sustain eternal pains : He flew on wings of strong desire, Assum'd my guilt and took my chains. 4 Infinite grace! almighty charms ! Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies ! Jesus, the God, extends bis arms, Hangs on a cross of love, and dies. 5 Did pity ever stoop so low, Dress'd in divinity and blood ?

Was ever rebel courted so, In groans of an expiring God? 6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands, Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart ; “ By these dear wounds," saith he; and stands, And prays to claspe me to his heart, 7 Sure I must love ; or are my ears Still deaf, nor will my passions move ! Lord ! melt this stubborn heart to tears ; This heart shall yield to death or love.

HYMN 150. S. M.

A Parting Hymn.
DLEST be the tie that binds
D Our hearts in Christian love ;
The fellowship of kindred minds,

Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent pray’rs ;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual waes ;

Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain ;
But we shall still be join'd is heart

And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives,

And longs to see the day.

6 Prom sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin, we shall be free ;
And perfect love and friendship reiga
Through all eternity.

HYMN 151. S. M.

Christian Love. Gal. iii. 28.
T ET party names no more
I The Christian world o’erspread;
Gentile and Jew, and bond and fre

Are one in Christ their head. 2 Among the saints on earth,

Let mutual love be found ; lleirs of the same inheritance,

With mutual blessings crown'd. 3 Let discord, child of hell !

Be banish'd far away ;
Those should in strictest frendship dwell,

Who the same Lord obey
A Thus will the church below

Resemble that above,
Where streams of pleasure ever flow
And ev'ry heart is love.

HYMN 152. C. M.
Love to our Enemies from the Example of Christ.

Luke xxiii. 34 Matt. v. 44.
A LOUD we sing the wondrous grace,
A Christ to his murd'rers bare ;
Which made the tottring cross its throne,

And hung its trophies there.
2 “Father, forgive," his mercy cry'd,

With his expiring breath,

and drew eternal blessings down,

On those who wrought his death.
3 Jesus, this wond'rous love we sing,

And whilst we sing, admire ;
Breathe on our souls, and kindle there,

The same celestial fire.
4 Sway'd by thy dear example, Lord,

For enemies we'll pray ;
With love, their hatred we'll reward
With blessings, we'll repay.

HYMN 153. C. M.
All attainments vain without Love.

1 Cor. xii. 1.3. SHOULD bounteous nature kindly pour

Her richest gifts on me,
Still, O my God, I should be poor,

If void of love to thee.
2 Not shining wit, nor manly sense,

Could make me truly good; Nor zeal itself could recompense

The want of love to God.
3 Did I possess the gift of tongues,

But were deny'd ihy grace,
My loudest words, my loftiest songs

Would be but sounding brass. 4 Tho' thou should'st give me heav'nly skill,

Each myst'ry to explain, Had I no heart to do thy will,

My knowledge would be vain.
5 Had I so strong a faith, my God,

As mountains to remove,
No faith could do me real good,

That did not work by loyes.