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2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
HYMN 63. C. M.
Acts xvii. 30.
N Nor longer dare delay :
And meets a fiery day.
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 ;
For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.
And yet prolong our days!
HYMN 64. C. M.
I A guilty rebel lies;
Presumes to lift his eyes.
Stay, stay the vengeful storm : Forbid it, that omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes,
In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, i No blood, but thou hast spilt.
HYMN 65. L. M. The Repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 32. TO! what a raptrous joy possest
1 The tender parent's throbbing breast, To see his spendthrift son return, And hear him his past follies mourn.
2 Thus our bless'd Saviour won't despise,
HYMN 66. C. M.
1 The Saviour promis'd long! Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
Exerts his sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
In Satan's bondage held,
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray;
To pour celestial day.
The bleaching soul to cure ;
And with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's eternal arches ring, With thy beloved name.
HYMN 67. C. M. The Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32. VONDER-amazing sight I-I see
1 Th’incarnate Son of God, Expiring on th' accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood. 2 Behold a purple torrent run,
Down from his hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun;
His groans awake the dead.
Proclaim the truth aloud ;
“ This is the Son of God.”
May well my hope revive :
The sinner sure may live.
Might draw me, Lord, to thee! Thou bast my heart, it shall be thineThine it shall ever be!
HYMN 68. L. M.
A Dying Saviour.
Hark! his expiring groans arise ;
- HYMN 69. Sevens.
Christ's Resurrection and Ascension. A NGELS, roll the rock away, A Death, yield up thy mighty prey ; See! He rises from the tonıb, Glowing with immortal bloom. Hallclujah. 2 'Tis the Saviour, angels, raise Fame's eternal trump of praise ; Let the earth's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Hallelujah.. 3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes, Now to glory see him rise, In long triumph up the sky, Up to waiting worlds on high. llallelujah