HYMN 238. L. M.

A Living and a Dead Faith.

HE Lord receives his highest praise,

sincere;

While all the loud professor says,
Offends the righteous Judge's ear.
2 To walk as children of the day,
To mark his precepts' holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch and pray,
Shew who are pleasing in his sight.
3 Not words alone, it cost the Lord,
To purchase pardon for his own:
Nor will a soul, by grace restor❜d,
Rest in mere forms and words alone.
4 Easy indeed it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above,
If wat❜ry floods and fluent speech
Might serve instead of faith and love.
5 But none shall gain the blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory see;
Who talk of rich and sov'reign grace,
Unless from sin they are made free.

HYMN 239. S. M.

Are there few that shall be saved? Luke xiii. 23.

DESTRUCTION'S dangerous road

What multitudes pursue!

While that which leads the soul to God,
Is known or sought by few.

2 Believers find the way

Thro' Christ, the living gate; But those who hate this holy way, Complain it is too strait.

3 If self must be deny'd,

And sin no more caress'd,

They rather choose the way that's wide,
And strive to think it best.

4 Encompass'd by a throng,
On numbers they depend;
They say, so many can't be wrong,
And miss a happy end.

5 But hear the Saviour's word,
"Strive for the heav'nly gate;
Many will call upon the Lord,
And find their cries too late."
6 Obey the Gospel call,

And enter while you may;
The flock of Christ is always small,
And none are safe but they.

7 Lord, open sinner's eyes,
Their awful state to see;

And make them, ere the storm arise,
To thee for safety flee.

HYMN 240. L. M.

The Power of the Gospel proves its Divinity.
ET anxious doubts be heard no more,
But Christ and joy be all our theme ;

The Spirit seals his Gospel sure
To ev'ry soul that trusts his name.
2 Jesus, thy witness speaks within,
The mercy, which thy words reveal,
Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps its own celestial seal.
3 'Tis God's renewing, gracious hand,
That moulds and forms the heart anew;

Transgressors can no more withstand,
But bow and own his doctrine true.

4. The guilty wretch, that trusts thy blood,
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The soul that was averse to God,
Believes and loves his Maker's laws.

5 Let proud opposers cease their strife,
And own, O Lord, the work is thine;
The voice that calls the dead to life,
Must be almighty and divine.

HYMN 241. C. M.

The hidden life of a Christian.
HAPPY soul that lives on high,
While men lie grov'ling here!
His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While grace and joy combine,
To form a life, whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God,
His God in secret sees ;

Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world of time,

Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne,
To raise his figure here;

Content and pleas'd to live alone,
Till Christ his life appear.

6 He looks to heav'n's eternal hills, To meet that glorious day :

Dear Lord, how slow thy chariot-wheels, How long is thy delay!

HYMN 242. S. M.

Forms vain without Religion.

ALMIGHTY Maker God!

How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' the creation's frame.
2 Nature in every dress

Her humble homage pays:
And finds a thousand ways t' express
Thine undissembled praise.

3 My soul would rise and sing

To her Creator too;

Fain would my tongue adore my king,

And pay the worship due.

4 Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain ;

This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until 'tis form'd again.

5 Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul, ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

HYMN 243. S. M.

He beheld the City and wept over it.
Luke xix. 41.

ID Christ o'er sinners weep?

D'And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from ev'ry eye.

2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept, that we might weep,
Each sin demands a tear :
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
4 Joy beams in ev'ry eye,
And fills each holy heart;
All join to sound the triumph high,.
In praise to bear their part.

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HYMN 244. L. M.

Ezekiel's Vision of the dry bones. Ezek.
xxxvii. 3.

OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughter'd heaps around.
2 And can these mould'ring corpses live?
And can these perish'd bones revive?
That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wond'rous work is all thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.

4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,
ife spreads thro' all the realms of death:
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.