e Every sentence-Oh how tender!
-Every line is full of love;
α Listen to it-

o Every line is full of love.

e

-2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel News from Zion's king proclaim,

To each rebel sinner-' Pardon,'Free forgiveness in his name.' How important!

d Free forgiveness in his name!

-3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And with news of consolation,

e

Chase away the falling tears:

Tender heralds

o Chase away the falling tears.

-4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word,

e

While the messengers address you,

Take the warnings they afford;
We entreat you,

d Take the warnings they afford.
e 5 Who hath our report believed?
Who receiv'd the joyful word?

p

S

Who embrac'd the news of pardon, Offer'd to you by the Lord!

Can you slight it

Offer'd to you by the Lord!

-6 O ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven,

Tidings bear without delay:

Rebel sinners

Glad the message will obey.

HYMN 112. 7s. Fairfax. [b*]

Burdened Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. ix, 23.

1 COME, ye weary souls oppress'd,
Find in Christ the promis'd rest;

On him all your burdens roll;

He can wound, and he make whole.
2 Ye who dread the wrath of God,
Come, and wash in Jesus' blood:
To the Son of David cry;
In his word he's passing by

Allen.

p

3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.

Decourcy.

HYMN 113. 8s & 7s. Calvary. [b]
Suppliant Address to the Saviour. Mark x, 43.

1 JESUS, full of all compassion,

Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.
e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting-
Send, oh send me quick relief!
e 3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

-8 On the word thy blood hath sealed,
Hangs my everlasting all ;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall!
e 9 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,
d'Here's the soul that perish'd, suing
'For the boasted Saviour's aid!

o 10 Sav'd-the deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above;

s Angels sing the pleasing story,

All enraptur'd with thy love.

Turner.

HYMN 114. L. M. Geneva. [b*]

Vision of the Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxiv, 3.

OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughter'd millions round.
e 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live,
And can these perish'd bones revive?
-That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain-

e In vain they call, in vain they cry, -Till thine almighty aid is nigh. o 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, Life spreads through all the realms of death; Dry bones obey thy powerful voice; They move, they waken, they rejoice. o 5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground, Dead saints shall from their tombs arise, And spring to life beyond the skies. Doddridge.

1

HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*]

Converting Grace. Ps. xlv, 3-5.

HAIL, mighty Jesus, how divine

Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest rebel must resign,

At thy commanding word.

e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give,— They pierce the hardest heart;

o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart.

g 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway;

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

-4 And when thy vict'ries are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace-

e 5 Oh may my humble soul be found,
Among that favour'd band;

o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land.

e 1

HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*]
Revival of Religion hoped for.

Wallin.

WHILE I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, g'Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. -2 Though for a time I hide my face, 'Rely upon my love and power; 'Still wrestle at the throne of grace, 'And wait for a reviving hour.

เ

o 3 Take down thy long neglected harp;
'I've seen,thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
e The winter season has been sharp,
o 'But spring shall all its wastes repair.'
-4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive;
o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
o Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b*]

God's regard to the actively Pious. Mal. iii, 16, 17. 1 THE Lord on mortal worms looks down From his celestial throne;

TH

And when the wicked swarm around,
He well discerns his own.

e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times;

And join their efforts to oppose
The wide prevailing crimes.

--3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear;

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep
Their words in transcript fair;

In the Redeemer's book of life,

Their names recorded are.

d 5 'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'the world shall know
'These humble souls are mine:
'These, when my jewels I produce,
'Shall in full lustre shine.

6 'When deluges of fiery wrath

'My foes away shall bear;

"That hand which strikes the wicked through,

1

'Shall all my children spare.'

Doddridge.

HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

TH

Prayer for spiritual Healing.

HOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint;

But where shall I begin?

६

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint

This worst distemper―sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.

4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent, and lame;
It overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.
5 (A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast,

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)

6 Lord, I am sick; regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;

Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?

e 1

Newton.

HYMN 119. L. P. M. Sheffield. [b*]
Efficacy of God's Word. Jer. xxiii, 29.

VITH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord, We hear the thunders of thy word; o The pride of Lebanon it breaks: o Swift the celestial fire descends, The flinty rock in pieces rends,

g And earth to its deep centre shakes. -2 Array'd in majesty divine,

g

Here sanctity and justice shine,

e And horrour strikes the rebel through;
While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done,
a And what thy vengeance yet will do.
o 3 So spread the honours of thy name;
g The terrours of a God proclaim;
-Thick let the pointed arrows fly ;-
e Till sinners, humbled in the dust,
Shall own the execution just,
-And bless the hand by which they die.
o 4 Then clear the dark, tempestuous day,
And radiant beams of love display;
Each prostrate soul let mercy raise;
e So shall the bleeding captive feel,