2 His terrors keep the world in awe,
His justice guards his holy law,
His love reveals a smiling face,
His truth and promise seal the grace.

3 Thro' all his works his wisdom shines,
And baffles Satan's deep designs;
His pow'r is sov'reign to fulfil
The noblest counsels of his will.
4 And will this glorious Lord descend,
To be my Father and my friend?
Then let my songs with angels join;
Heav'n is secur'd if God be mine.

HYMN 226. C. M.

Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctification.

OW sad our state by nature is !

Our sin, how deep it stains!

And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord."

3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief:

I would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh, help my unbelief.

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,

Incarnate God, I fly :

Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue:

Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With his apostate crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;

Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all.

HYMN 227. C. M.

Praise to the Redeemer.

Pwe wretched sinners lay,

LUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and (0 amazing love!)

He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the pow'rs of darkness thus, And break our iron chains;

Jesus has freed our captive souls,

From everlasting pains.

15 In vain the baffled prince of hell,

His cruel projects tries;

We that were doom'd his endless slaves, Are rais'd above the skies.

6 Oh, for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;

And all harmonious human tongues
Their Saviour's praises speak.]

7 Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord,
Our souls are all on flame:
Hosanna round the spacious earth,
To thine adored name.

8 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

HYMN 228. C. M.

The Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.
OSANNA to the Prince of light,
That cloth'd himself in clay;

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Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away!

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Emmanuel rose ;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our cruel foes.

3 See how the Conqu❜ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;

Our blest Redeemer fills a seat,

On the celestial throne.

[5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode ;

Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.

6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise ;
Let heav'n and all created things
Sound our Emmanuel's praise.]

HYMN 229. L. M.

Remembering all the way the Lord has led me..
Deut. viii. 2.

Tund made his truth and mercy known;
HUS far my God las led me on,
My hopes and fears alternate rise,
And comforts mingle with my sighs.
2 Thro' this wide wilderness I roam,
Far distant from my blissful home ;
Lord, let thy presence be my stay,
And guard me in this dang'rous way.
3 Temptations ev'ry where annoy,
And sins and snares my peace destroy;
My earthly joys are from me torn,
And oft an absent God I mourn.

4 My soul, with various tempests toss❜d,
Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd,
Sees ev'ry day new straits attend,

And wonders where the scene will end.
5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road,
Which leads us to the mount of God?
Are these the toils thy people know,
While in the wilderness below?

6 'Tis even so, thy faithful love,
Doth all thy children's graces prove;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That Jesus may be all in all.

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HYMN 230. L. M.

The Justice and Goodness of God. REAT God, my maker, and my king, Of thee I'll speak, of thee I'll sing; All thou hast done, and all thou dost, Declare thee good, proclaim thee just: 2 Thy ancient thoughts and firm decrees, Thy threat'nings and thy promises, The joys of heav'n, the pains of hell, What angels taste, what devils feel: 8 Thy terrors and thine acts of grace, Thy threat'ning rod and smiling face, Thy wounding and thy healing word, A world undone, a world restor❜d: 4 While these excite my fear and joy; While these my tuneful lips employ; Accept, O Lord, the humble song, The tribute of a trembling tongue.

HYMN 231. Eights and Sevens.

Christ the Best of Friends.

NE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;

His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end :

They who once his kindness prove,

Find it everlasting love!

Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But this Saviour dy'd to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God:

It was boundless love to bleed;
Jesus is a friend indeed.