Part of his host have cross'd the flood,

And part is crossing now.
Tenhousand to their endless home

This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,

And we expect to die:
His militant, embodied host,

With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,

And reach the heavenly land.
4 Our spirits too shall quickly join,

Like theirs, with glory crown'd;
And shout to see our Captain's sign,

And hear his trumpet sound:
O that we now might grasp our Guide!

O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide,

And land us all in heaven!

HYMN 334. C. M. D.

THE Frowd, the poor unthinking crowd,

THE

Refuse
They will not hear thy loudest rod,

They will not turn to thee.
As with judicial blindness struck,

They all thy signs despise,
Harden their hearts yet inore, mad mock

The anger of the skies.
2 But blinder still, the rich and great,

In wickedness excel,
And revel on the brink of fate,

And sport and dance to hell.
Regardless of my smile or frown,

Their pleasures they require,
And sink with gay indiff'rence down

To everlasting fire.
3 But, O! thou dreadful, righteous Lord,

The praying remnant spare,
The men that tremble at thy word,

And see the coming snare:
Our land if yet again thou shake,
Or utterly break down,

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A merciful distinction make,

And strongly save thine own.
4 If earth its mouth must open wide,

To swallow up its prey ;
Jesus, thy faithful people hide,

In that vindictive day:
Firm in the universal shock,

We shall not then remove;
Bafe in the clefts of Israel's rock,
Our Lord's expiring love.

HYMN 355. C. M. HOW extensive is thy grace, 10

How rich, how full, how free!
The needy thou delight'st to rajse:

I'll tell my wants to thee.
2 I want to fear thy sacred name,

I want to love the more,
I want to feel that heavenly flame,

Which I have felt before.
3 I want to know myself aright,

To hear what Jesus saith;
I want repentance in thy sight,

I want a stronger faith.
*4 I want to have my soul resign'd,

Submissive to thy will;
I want a meek, an humble mind,

I want my wants to feel.
3 I want a chaste and single eye:

Thy gracious ear incline;
From fulness infinite supply

This empty soul of mine.
6 Through Jesus let these blessings flow;

He bought them with his blood:
Now let a worthless sinner know
Thy promises made good.

HYMN 356. L. M. 10

LET Jehovah's liberal hand

Be own'd and sung through all the land ! "Tis he that sends a plenteous storo, llis naine let every soul adoro.

2 Let undeserved goodness raise

Our admiration and our praise;
Such vile rebellious sinners are

Unworthy of the smallest share. 3 But how does mercy yet abound!

How is the year with plenty crown'di
For man and beast a rich supply

Is wisely urder'd from on high.
4 'Tis God who makes the earth to yield,
He gives increase to every tield;
The fragrant herb, the fruitful trce.

From God receive fertility.
*5 Help us to feed, with grateful hearts,

On what thy bounteous hand imparts,
And let thy mercies all combine
To ripen us for joys divine.

HYMN 357. S. M.
· HP souls oppress'd with fear;
Why, sinner, why wilt thou refuse

To leave thy burden here? 3 Is Jesus full of grace ?

Then why dost thou complain?
O! why refuse to seek his face,

His favour to obtain ?
3 And why shouldst thou, my soul,

Go mourning all thy days?
Lord, let thy grace my fears control,

And fill my mouth with praise. 4 Revive my fainting heart

With thy forgiving love ;
Haste, Lord, and grace for grace impart,
And fix my thoughts above.

HYMN 358. C. M. 'LET worldly minds the world pursue Once I admir'd its trifles too,

But grace has set me free. 3 Its pleasures now no longer pleaso,

No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,

Now I have known the Lord. 3 As by the light of op'ning day,

The stars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,

When Jesus is revealed.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice,

I bid them all depart : ! His name, and love, and gracious voice

Have fix'd my roving heart.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,

And wholly live to thee;
But may I hope that thou wilt own

A worthless worm like me!

HYMN 353. P. M.

my

1

Love the soul ihyself hast made,
Burthen'd with a sinful nature,

Let me still on thee be stay'd :
What I have to thee commended,

Saviour, wilt thou not secure,
Till the fiery trial's ended,

Till I, as my God, am pure ? 2 But it is thy gracious pleasure,

To redeem me from all sin;
Only let me wait thy leisure,

Till thou bring thy kingdom in.
Pray, and serve thee without ceasing,

Till thy perfect grace I prove;
Blest with all the gospel blessing,

Filld with all the life cf love. 3 Hear in this accepted hour,

Speak and bid the sun stand still;
Give me now the constant power

Over my own carnal will:
Stronger wax thy love and stronger;

Let my bosom-sin give place:
Let the elder serve the younger,

Nature yield to sovereign grace.

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HYMN 360. P. M.
1 HOW shall a sinner perform

The vows he hath vow'd to the Lord !
A sinful and impotent worm,

Ilow can I be true to my word!
I tremble at what I have done.

But look for my help from above,
The power that I never have known,

The virtue of Jesus's love.
2 My solemn engagements are vain,

My promises empty as air,
My vows. I shall break them again,

And plunge in eternal despair-
Unless my omnipotent God

The sense of his goodness impart,
And shed, by his spirit, abroad,

That love of himself in my heart.

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HYMN 361. P. M.
LOVER of sinners, extend

To me thy affectionate grace;
Appear, my affliction to end;

Afford mc a glimpse of thy face :
That light shall enkindle in mo

A flame of reciprocal love,
And then I shall cleave unto thee,

And then I shall never remcve. 2 O come to a mourner in pain,

Thy peace to my conscience reveal,
And then I shall love thee again,

And sing of the goodness I feel;
Constrain'd by the grace of my Lord,

My soul shull in all things obey,
And wait to be fully restorid,
And long to be summond away.

HYMN 362. P. M.
1 FATHER of all, who fillest with good,

The ravens that call on thee for their food Them ready to perish, thou lov'st to sustain, And wilt thou not cherish the children of men ?