2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,

Does thy salvation flow;
It's not confin'd to sex or age,

The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,

The poor may take their share ; No mortal has a just pretence,

To perish in despair.
4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,

He'll form your souls anew ;
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.

. HYMN 118. L. M. The Excellency of the Priesthood of Christ. M IDST all the priests of Jewish race,

N Jesus the most illustrious stands :
The radiant beauty of his face
Superior love and awe demands.
2 Not Aaron or Melchizedeck
Could claim such high descent as he ;
His nature and his name bespeak
His unexampled pedigree.
3 Descending from the throne above,
He bears th' endearing name of Son;
Dress'd in our flesh and mov'd by love,
He puts his priestly garments on.
4 See! he presents his sacrifice,
An off'ring most divinely sweet;
While clouds of fragrant incense rise,
And cover o'er the mercy seat.
5 The Father, with approving smile,
Accepts the off'ring of his Son ;

New joys the wond'ring angels feel,
And haste to bear the tidings down.
6 The welcome news their lips repeat,
Gives sacred pleasure to my breast;
Henceforth, my soul, thy cause commit
To Christ, thine advocate and priest.

HYMN 119. L. M.
Christ the way to the Heavenly Canaan.
TESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,

He whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, 'The king's highway of holiness I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not ; My grief, my burden long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. Ą The more I strove against its pow'r, I sinu'd and stumbled but the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, Come hither, soul, “I am the way." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shall take me to thee as I am ; Nothing but sin I thee can give, Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, " Behold the way to God."

HYMN 120. C. M.
Mercy prevailing. Ezek. xvi. 63,
ONCE perishing in blood I lay,

Creatures no help could give ;
But Jesus pass'd me in the way,

He saw, and bade me live. 2 Oh, can I e'er that day forget,

When Jesus kindly spoke! * Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt,

And now I break thy yoke. 3 “Behold, I take thee for my own,

“ And give myself to thee; “ Forsake the idols thou hast known,

“And yield thyself to me."
4 Ah, worthless heart! it promis'd fair,

And said it would be thine ;
I little thought it e’er would dare

Again with idols join.
5 LORD, dost thou such backslidings heal,

And pardon all that's past ? Sure, if I am not made of steel,

I shall relent at last. 6 My tongue, which rashly spake before, · Thy mercy will restrain; Surely I now shall boast no more, Nor censure nor complain. .

I HYMN 121. L. M. The Power of Divine Grace in answer to Prayer.

Ezek. xxxvi. 25-28. 7. THE Lord proclaims his grace abroacl :

1 Behold I change your hearts of stone! Ye shall renouince each idol-god, And serve and praise the Lord alone.

2 My grace, a flowing stream proceeds,
To wash your filthiness away ;
Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
And learn my statutes to obey.
3 My truth the great design insures,
I give myself away to you ;
Ye shall be mine, will I be yours,
Your GOD unalterably true.
4 Yet not unsought, nor unimplor'd
The plenteous grace will I confer ;
No-your whule heart shall seek the Lord,
I'll put a praying spirit there.
5 From the first breath of life divine,
Down to the last expiring hour;
The gracious work shall all be niine,
Begun and ended in my pow'r.

HYMN 122. C. M.

The Leper Healed. Matt. viii. 2, 3. W HEN the poor leper's case I read,

VV My own describ'd I feel; Sin is a leprosy indeed,

Which none but CHRIST can heal. 2 What anguish did my soul endure,

Till hope and patience ceas'd ? The more I strove myself to cure,

The more the plague increas'd. 3 While thus I lay distress d, I saw

The Saviour passing by ; To him, though fill'd with shame and awe,

I rais'd my mournful cry. 4 LORD, thou canst heal me if thou wilt,

Oh, pity to me shew;

Oh, cleanse my lep'rous soul from guilt,

My filthy heart renew. 5 He heard, and with a gracious look,

Pronounc'd the healing word ; "I will-be clean," and while he spoke,

I felt my heart restor’d. 8 Come, sinners, seize the present hour,

The Saviour's grace to prove ; He can relieve, for he is pow'r ; He will, for he is love.

HYMN 123. L. M.

Barrenness and Indwelling Sin. T ORD, I'm defil'd in ev'ry part,

1. Barren my life, and cold my heart, - Yet sometimes through thy sov'reign grace,

I catch a glimpse at Jesu's face.
2 This gives my drowsy heart a spring,
I fain would rise, and fain would sing;
But soon a cloud rolls in between,
All black with some indwelling sin.
3 My notes then faulter on my tongue,
The foul contagion spoils my song ;
But Thou, who dost the world control,
Speak but the word, I shall be whole.

HYMN 124. C. M.

The Power of Paith. TAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, T And saves me from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all my cares : 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,

And lights the sacred fire,