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 Canaán. ESUS, 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. 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, I sinn'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,
NCE perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures 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.

HYMN 121. L. M.

The Power of Divine Grace in answer to Prayer.
Ezek. xxxvi. 25-28. 7.

HE Lord proclaims his grace abroad:
Behold I change yours Beats of stone!

Ye shall renounce 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 confer;
No-your whole 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 mine,
Begun and ended in my pow'r.

HYMN 122. C. M.

The Leper Healed. Matt. viii. 2, 3. HEN the poor leper's case I read, My own describ'd I feel;

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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.

6 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.

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HYMN 123. L. M.

Barrenness and Indwelling Sin.

ORD, I'm defil'd in ev'ry part,
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 Faith.

FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,

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,

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r,
The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain ;

5 Shews me the precious promise, seal'd
With the Redeemer's blood;
And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

There, there unshaken would I rest,
Till this vile body dies:

And then on faith's triumphant wings,
At once to glory rise.

HYMN 125. Eights.

Faith Conquering.

HE moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in a crucify'd God,

His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full through his blood.
'Tis faith that still leads us along,

And lives under pressure and load,
That makes us in weakness more strong,
And draws the soul upward to God."
2 It treads on the world and on hell,
It vanquishes death and despair:
And Oh! let us wonder to tell,

It wrestles and conquers by prayer.