176. Dr. Doddridge.

God's Love to the World, in sending Christ for its Redemption.

John iii. 16.

ING to the Lord a new melodious song: sist the choir, ye tribes of ev'ry tongue: Wide as the world his sov'reign mercy reigns: Wide as the world resound the rapt'rous strains, Ye angels, join the joyful acclamation, And sing the love that brings to nien salvation!

2 His gracious eye beheld in full survey.
Where Adam's race in mingled ruin lay:
No human aid the danger could avert,

No angel's hand could soothe the raging smart;
In his own breast divine compassion rises,
And the grand scheme the court of heav'n snr-
prises.

3 God's only son with peerless glories bright,
His Father's fairest image and delight,

Justice and grace the victim have decreed,
To wear our flesh, and in that flesh to bleed.
Prostrate in dust, ye sinners, all adore him,
And tremble while your hearts rejoice before
him!

4 The wondrous work is done; the cov❜nant stood,

And Jesus expiates human guilt with blood:
Nail'd to the tree, he bows his sacred head,
A mangled corpse, he sojourns with the dead;
Rising, he sends his word through ev'ry nation;
Sinners believe, and gain complete salvation.
5 Father of grace, accept our humble praise!
O let it run through everlasting days!]

And thou, blest Saviour, spotless Lamb of God
Accept the souls dear ransom'd with thy blood!
And to those songs form all our feeble voices,
In which the choir round thy bright throne re-
joices

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177. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The Love of God in sending his Son.
John iii. 16, 17.

TOT to condemn the sons of men,

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Did Christ the Son of God appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,

No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
Such was the pity of our God,

He lov'd the race of men so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
Sinners, believe the Saviour's word,
Trust in his mighty name and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,

His bands a thousand blessings give.

178. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Angels punished, and Men saved.

FROM heav'n the sinning angels fell,

And wrath, and darkness, chain'd them down;

But man, vile man, forsook his bliss,
And mercy lifts him to a crown.

2 Amazing work of sov'reign grace,
That could distinguish rebels so!
Our guilty treasons cal'd aloud
For everlasting fetters too.

3 To thee, to thee, almighty love!

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Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay; Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise On the bright hills of heav'nly day.

179. P. M. President Davies.

The pardoning God. Micah vii. 18.

GREAI God of wonders! all thy ways

Are matchless, godlike, and divine; But the fair glories of thy grace

More godlike, and unrivall'd, shine; Who is a pardoning God like thee? Or who has grace so rich and free?

2 Crimes of such horror to forgive, Such guilty daring worms to spare, This is thy grand prerogative,

And none shall in the honour share. Who is a pardoning God like thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? 3 Angels and men resign your claim To pity, mercy, love, and grace, These glories crown Jehovah's name With an incomparable blaze. Who is a pardoning God like thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? 4 In wonder lost, with trembling joy, We take the pardon of our God, Pardon for crimes of deepest die, A pardon seal'd with Jesu's blood. Who is a pardoning God like thee? Or who has grace se rich and free? 50 may this strange, this matchless grace, This godlike miracle of love,

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Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all th' angelic choirs above!
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

180. L. M. Dr. Gibbons. Divine Forgiveness. Luke vii. 47.

FORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound

doom'd to die; Publish the bliss the world around; Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky! 2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine,

Tis full, out-measuring ev'ry crime;
Unclouded shall its glories shine,

And feel no change by changing time. 3 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand,

And like the mountains for their size, The seas of sov'reign grace expand, The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 4 For this stupendous love of heav'n, What grateful honours shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiv❜n, Let love in equal ardour glow.

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5 By this inspir'd, let all our day's
With various holiness be crown'd;
Let truth and goodness, pray'r and praise,
In all abide, in all abound.

181. L. M. Mr. Stogdon.

God ready to forgive, or Despair sinful.

1 WHAT mean these jealousies and fears?

As if the Lord was loath to save,

Or lov'd to see us drench'd in tears,
And sink with sorrow to the grave.
2 Does he want slaves to grace his throne,
Or rules he by an iron rod?
Loves he the deep despairing groan?
Is he a tyrant, or a God?

3 Not all the sins which we have wrought,
So much his tender bowels grieve,
As this unkind injurious thought,
That he's unwilling to forgive."

4 What though our crimes are black as night,
Or glowing like the crimson morn?
Immanuel's blood will make them white,,
As snow through the pure ether borne."

5 Lord, 'tis amazing grace we own,
And well may rebel worms surprise;
But was not thy incarnate Son

A most amazing sacrifice?

6' I've found a ransom,' saith the Lord,
No humble penitent shall die;'
Lord! we would now believe thy word,
And thy unbounded mercy try!

182. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Sufficiency of Pardon.

WHY does your face, ye humble souls,

Those mournful colours wear?

What doubts are these that waste your faith
And nourish your despair?

2 What though your num'rous sins exceed
The stars that fill the skies,

And aiming at th' eternal throne,

Like pointed mountains rise.

3 What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell,

And has its curs'd foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell.

4 See here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace!
Behold a dying Saviour's veins
The sacred flood increase!

5 It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound:
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne'er be found.

6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,

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And pard'ning blood, that swells above Our follies and our thoughts!

183. Sevens.

Redeeming Love.

Now begin the heav'nly theme,

Sing aloud in Jesu's name:
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love!
Ye who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love!
Mourning souls dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love!
Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love!"

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184. Sevens.

The same continued.

WELCOME all by sin opprest, Welcome to eternal rest; Would you dwell in heaven above, Now behold redeeming love!