5 Let us praise, and join the chorus
Of the saints, enthron'd 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!

I

HYMN 271. C. M.

Presumption and Despair.

HATE the tempter and his charms,
I hate his flattering 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 ns 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.

7 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.

MY

HYMN 273. S. M.

Light Shining in Darkness. Y former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly ?

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.

C

HYMN 274. Tens.

The humble Sinner trusting in Christ.
HEER up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat,
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.

HYMN 275. L. M.

Divine Grace Implored.

HE God who once to Israel spoke,

In gentler strains of gospel grace,
Invites us now to seek his face.

2 Hark! how from Calvary it sounds;
From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds;
"Pardon and grace 1 freely give,
Poor sinner, look to me and live."
3 What other arguments can move
The heart that slights a Saviour's love!
Yet till Almighty pow'r constrain,
This matchless love is preach'd in vain.
4 O Saviour, let that pow'r be felt,
And cause each stony heart to melt!
Deeply impress upon our youth
The light and force of gospel truth.
5 How will they else thy presence bear,
When, as a Judge, thou shalt appear;
When slighted love to wrath shall turn,
And the whole earth like Sinai burn!

HYMN 276. Eights and Sixes.

The Lord's Prayer Imitated.
ATHER Supreme! all nature's God,
Display thy majesty abroad,

And in full glory shine;

To thy great name be honors paid, Throughout all worlds which thou has made; Let earth the chorus join.

2 Here place thy throne, and at thy feet Make all thy stubborn foes submit, And own thy sov'reign sway: