HYMN 57. C. M.
Expostulation with Sinners.
INNERS, the voice of God regard;
'Tis mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sov'reign word,
From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?
4 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travel all your days,
To reap immortal woe.
5 But he that turns to God shall live,
Thro' his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive,
Of those that seek his face.
6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;
Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord',
And learn his will divine.
7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts, He pardons like a God;
He will forgive your num'rous faults,
Thro' a Redeemer's blood.
God glorious, and Sinners saved. Isa. xliv. 23.
NATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands thro' the skies.
2 But when we view thy strange design,
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join,
In their divinest forms;
3 Our thoughts are lost in rev'rend awe;
We love and we adore;
The first archangel never saw
So much of God before.
4 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess,
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice or the grace.
5 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains;
Sweet cherubs learn Emmanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.
6 Oh, may I bear some humble part,
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command thy tongue.
HYMN 59. L. M.
Death and Resurrection of Christ.
O break the chains of sin and death,
Our glorious Jesus yields his breath; How strange the conquest, strange to tell! By death he conquers death and hell.
2 While standing in the sinners stead,
Billows of wrath roll o'er his head;
Light from the Father is withdrawn,
And Jesus drinks the cup alone.
3 Legions of angels fill the skies,
While our Redeemer bleeds and dies;
All nature reels beneath the load,
And trembling speaks the wrath of God.
4 The rocks are with convulsions torn,
And all the heavens in sackcloth mourn;
But lo! when the third morning comes,
Emmanuel rising, leaves the tombs.
5 The rising God, let angels sing,
The heav'ns with Hallelujahs ring;
"Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain,
Let him in pow'r and glory reign.”
6 Hail happy morn, which sees him rise;
We shout him welcome to the skies;
Welcome to glories all his own,
And welcome to his Father's throne.
The Heart new created.
ATTEND, while God's exalted Son
Doth his own glories shew;
Behold, he sits upon his throne,
Creating all things new.
2 Mighty Redeemer! set me free
From my own state of sin;
Oh, make my soul alive to thee,
Create new pow'rs within.
-3 Open mine eyes, unstop my ears,
And form my heart afresh;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.
4 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell;
In the new world that grace has made,
I would for ever dwell.
HYMN 61. L. M.
Faith connected with Salvation. Rom. i. 16. Heb. x. 39.
NOT by that so of amive at heav'n;
OT by the laws of innocence,
New works can give us no pretence,
To have our ancient sins forgiv❜n.
2 Not the best deeds that we have done,
Can make a wounded conscience whole;
Faith is the grace, and faith alone,
That flies to Christ and saves the soul.
3 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word,
Fain would I have my soul renew'd;
I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord,
To have it pardon'd and subdu❜d.
4 Oh, may thy grace its pow'r display,
Let guilt and death no longer reign;
Save me in thine appointed way,
Nor let my humble faith be vain.
Human righteousness insufficient to justify.
Mic. vi. 6-8.
W myself before thy face?
HEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near,
How in thy purer eyes appear
What shall I bring to gain thy grace?
2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
Will multiply'd oblations please?
Thousands of rams his favor buy,
'Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease?
3 Can these assuage the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain?
Rivers of oil, or seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain.
4 Guilty, I stand before thy face;
My sole desert is hell and wrath;
"Twere just the sentence should take place;
But Oh, I plead my Saviour's death!
5 I plead the merits of thy Son,
Who dy'd for sinners on the tree;
I plead his righteousness alone,
Oh, put the spotless robe on me.
HYMN 63. C. M.
God's command to all Men to Repent.
Acts xvii. 30.
REPENT, the voice celestial cries,
Nor longer dare delay :
The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.
2 No more the sov'reign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men ;
His heralds are dispatch'd abroad
To warn the world of sin.
3 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with his grace.
4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar;
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