HYMN 269. L. M.

Desiring Heaven. TO more I ask, or hope to find, W Delight or happiness below : Sorrow may well possess the mind, That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 2 The joy that fades is not for me, I seek immortal joys above : There, glory without end shall be The bright reward of faith and love. 3 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms, Contented lick your native dust; But God shall fight, with all his storms, Against the idol of your trust.

HYMN 270. Eights and Sevens.

Praise for Redeeming Love.
TET us love, and sing, and wonder,
IA Let us praise the Saviour's name!
He has hush'd the Law's loud thunder,
He has quench'd mount Sinai's flame.
2 Let us love the Lord, who bought us,
Pity'd us when enemies;
Calld us by his grace, and taught us,
Gave us ears, and gave us eyes.
3 Let us sing, tho' fierce temptation
Threaten bard to bear us down!
For the Lord, our strong salvation,
Holds in view the conq'ror's crown.
4 Let us wonder, grace and justice
Join and point to mercy's store ;
When we trust in Christ ovir fortress,
Justice smiles and asks no more.

5 Let us praise, and join the chorus
Of the saints, enthrond on high ;
Here they trusted him before us,
Now their praises fill the sky.
6 Hark! the name of Jesus sounded
Loud, from golden harps above!
Lord, we blush, and are confounded,
Faint our praises, cold our love !

'HYMN 271. C. M.

Presumption and Despair. T HATE the tempter and his charms, I I hate his Aattering breath ; The serpent takes a thousand forms

To cheat our souls to death. 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,

Or kills with slavish fear;
And holds ris still in wide extremes,

Presumption or despair.
3 Now he persuades “ how easy 'tis

To walk the road of heav'n;" Anon he swells our sins, and cries,

“ They cannot be forgiv'n." 4. He bids young sinners, “ yet forbear

To think of God or death;
For pray’r and true devotion are

But melancholy breath.”
5 He tells the aged, " they must die,

And 'tis too late to pray :
In vain for mercy now they cry,

For they have lost their day.”
6 Thus he supports his cruel throne,

By mischief and deceit;

And drags the sons of Adam down,

To darkness and the pit.
7 Almighty God, cut short his pow'r,

Let him in darkness dwell ;
And, that he vex the earth no more,
Confine him down to hell.

HYMN 272, S. M.

Complaint of Sin.
LORD, how vile am I,

Unholy and unclean !
How can I dare to venture nigh

With such a load of sin !
2 Is this polluted heart

A dwelling fit for thee ? Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part,

What evils do I see !
3 If I attempt to pray,

And raise my soul on high,
My thoughts are hurry'd fast away,

For sin is ever nigh.
4 If in thy word I look,

Such darkness fills my mind,
I only read a sealed book,

But no relief can find.
5 Thy gospel oft I hear,

But hear it still in vain :
Without desire, or love, or fear,

Harden'd I still remain.
6 And must I then indeed

Sink in despair and die?
Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed

For such a wretch as I.

17 That blood which thou hast spilt,

That grace which is thine own, . Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,

And soften hearts of stone. 8 Low at thy feet I bow,

Oh, pity and forgive!
Here will I lie and wait, till thou
Shalt bid me rise and live.

HYMN 273. S. M.

Light Shining in Darkness. " M Y former hopes are fied,

W . My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead

In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall i fy ? . I hear the thunder roar The law proclaims destruction nigh,

And vengeance at the door. 3 When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom ;
But sure a friendly whisper says,

“Flee from the wrath to come." 4 I see, or think I see,

A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,

To save me from despair. 5 Forerunner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run,

And watch the rising day.

HYMN 274. Tens.
The humble Sinner busting in Christ.
MHEER up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat,
U Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers

pray'r;
There humbly cast thyself beneath his feet,
For never needy sinner perish'd there.
2 Lord, I am come! thy promise is my plea,
Without thy word I dare not venture nigh;
But thou hast call'd the burden'd soul to thee,
A weary, burden'd soul, O Lord, am I!
S Bow'd down beneath a heavy load of sin,
By Satan's fierce temptation sorely prest,
Beset without, and full of fears within,
Trembling and faint, I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place,
I know no force can tear me from thy side ;
Unmoy'd I then may all accusers face,
And answer ev'ry charge, with “ Jesus dy'd.”
5 Yes! thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan,

and die!
Well hast thou known what fierce temptation

means, Such was thy love! and now enthron'd on high, The same compassion in thy bosom reigns. 6 Lord, give me faith-he hears! what grace

is this! ** Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve;

He shows me what he did, and who he is,
I must, I will, I can, I do believe.