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Soldiers, all begin to sing,
HYMN 276. P. M.
And his life he receives from the dead. 2 His fairest pretensions must wholly be waved,
And his best resolutions be crossed ; Nor can he expect to be perfectly saved,
Till he find himself utterly lost. 3 When all this is done, and his heart is assured
Of the total remission of sins;
HYMN 277, P. M. 1
Whatever distress may betide;
To him, who will surely provide:
Occasion'd a famine of bread,
By ravens was constantly fed. 2 More likely to rob than to feed,
Were ravens, who live upon prey;
His goodness will find out a way;
Who know not how faith can prevail;
Than one of God's promises fail. 3 How safe, aud how happy are they
Who on the good Shepherd rely;.
Their wants he will surely supply:
All creatures obey his command;
Then let me rejoice in his name,
HYMN 278. C. M.
A spectacle of wo!
The blood incessant flow.
And trembling lips were spread; 'TMI light forsook his closing eyes,
And life his drooping head.
These sacred accents o'er,
And suffered pain no more.
For sins, but not his own;
And Satan's power o'erthrown.
His blood, his pain and toils, Have fully vanquished our foes,
And crowned him with their spoils. 6 'Tis finished-legal worship ends,
And Gospel ages run;
HYMN 279. C. M.
Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms 9 “ Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name: For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.” 3 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hande,
And yield them up to thee: Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.
4 Kindly receive this tender branch,
And form (his) soul for God: Baptize (him) with thy spirit, Lord,
And wash (him) in thy blood.
Let thy salvation come;
In one eternal home.
Thy guardian care we trust:
HYMN 280. L. M.
When mercy rais'd her heav'nly voice; 'Twas mercy that dispeli'd our fears,
And bade our souls in hope rejoice. 2 All other sounds discordant seem,
Compar'd with mercy's heav'nly song;
It bears our willing souls along. 3 O may we never cease to hear
The voice that gives our conscience rest,
And tells us we are truly blest! 4 May mercy still remove our fear,
And bind our souls with cords of love!
HYMN 281. P. M.
Sink in ;
Hope shall paint her rainbow there.
From religion's blessed ray,
Charm the clouds of grief away
THANGIA the heart that
burdend with thy sin,
3 Wherefore should we sigh and languish,
Since our cares so soon shall cease ?
Shall bereafter reap in peace. 4 This is not a scene of pleasure,
These are not the shores of bliss;
HYMN 282. P. M.
The Christian Pilgrim. 1
Come the way to Zion's gate; There, till mercy speaks within,
Knock and weep, and watch and wait. Knock-he knows the sinner's cry,
Weep-- he loves the mourner's tears, Watch—for saving grace is nigh,
Wait-till heavenly grace appears. 2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!
“Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest." Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe and own'd, and bought and blest. Safe--from all the lures of vice,
Own'd-by joys the contrite know, Bought-by love, and life the price,
Blest-the mighty debt to owe! 3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee
In a world like this remains From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear and shame, and doubt and pains. Fear--the hope of heaven shall flee,
Shame-from glory's view retire, Doubt-in full belief shall die,
Pain-in endless bliss expire.
HYMN 283. P. M.
Clouds on clouds portentous spread, Black as if the day of doom
Hung o'er nature's shrinking head
When the lightning breaks from high,
God is coming-God is nigh! 2 Then we hear tus chariot wheels,
As the mighty thunder rolls; Nature startles, nature reels,
From the centre to the poles : Then the ocean, earth, and sky,
Tremble as he passes by! 3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms
His mysterious hiding-place; Should he from his ark of storms
Rend the veil and show his face, At the judgment of his eye
All the universe would die.
While thine awful bolts are hurld,
Spare, O spare a guilty world!
HYMN 284. C. M.
Sickness. 1 VIS sweet to rest in lively hope,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.
Behold him and adore ;
And grieve and sin no more. 3 Soon. too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick'ning sound;
At his right hand be found 4 If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
In Jesus' presence know!
For ever with me stay
My spirit flies away!