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Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,

T' invite you near.
f" 3 Ye saints in glory! strike the lyre;

Ye mortals! catch the sacred fire ;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim;
For ever worthy is the Lamb

Of endless praise.


HYMN 278, C. M. 278

The Young exhorted.
YE hearts with youthful vigor warm!

In smiling crowds draw near;
And turn from every mortal charm,

A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,

Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,

Your friendship to pursue.
3 The soul, that longs to see his face,

Is sure bis love to gain;
And they, who early seek his grace,

Shall never seek in vain.
4 What object, Lord! my soul should move,

If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,

Like what in Christ I see? > 5 Away, ye false delusive toys! тр Vain tempters of the mind;

'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,

For here true bliss I find.


HYMN 279, 88, 78 and 4. 279

Children exhortcd. 1 YHILDREN! hear the melting story mp

Of the Lamb that once was slain; 'Tis the Lord of life and glory;

Shall he plead with you in vain? mf

Oh! receive him,

And salvation now obtain.
2 Yield no more to sin and folly,

So displeasing in his sight;

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Jesus loves the pure and holy,

They alone are his delight;
Seek his favor,

And your hearts to him unite.
3 All your sins to him confessing

Who is ready to forgive,
Seek the Saviour's richest blessing,

On his precious name believe;
He is waiting,

Will you not his grace receive ?

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HYMN 280, 78.
Children invited to Christ.


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And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind

Early seek, and you shall find.
2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;

Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side ;-

Come--you will not be denied.
3 For his worship now prepare ;

Kneel to him in fervent prayer ;
Serve him with a perfect heart;
Never from his ways depart.


HYMN 281, C. M. 281

Contrition. af 10 THOU!! whose tender mercy hears

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye ;
2 See, low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said." Return ?"
8 And shall my guilty fears prevail

To drive me from thy feet?

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Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat.
4 Oh! shine on this benighted hearty

With beams of mercy shine ;
And let thy healing voice impart

A taste of joys divine.


HYMN 282, 78. 282

Repentance at the Cross of Christ. af 1 HEARTS of stone ! relent, relent,

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;
See his body, mangled, rent,

Covered with a gore of blood !
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?

Crucified God's only Son!
2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed him thero,
Crowned with thorns his sacred head,

Pierced him with a bloody spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice, –

While for sinful man he dies.
3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vaid, -

Still to death thy Lord pursue,
Open all his wounds again,

And the shameful cross renew?
No;-with all my sins I'll part,
Break, Oh! break, my bleeding heart !



HYMN 283, L. M., 6 Lines. 283

Pleading in Jesus' Name. 1

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Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;

Bend from thy lofty seat above, mf Thy throne of glorious majesty;

Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,

And bid my drooping heart rejoice. mp 2 I urge no merit of my own,

No worth to claim thy gracious smile; No,—when I come before thy throne,

Dare to converse with God awhile, dot Thy name, blest Jesus! is my plea, -,

Dearest and sweetest name to me.

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3 Father of mercies, God of love!

Then hear thiné humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty;
One pard'ning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.



HYMN 284, C. M. 284

Godly Sorrow at the Cross.
affe 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head,

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity!-grace unknown!-

And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,

For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord! I give myself away;

*T is all that I can do.


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HYMN 285, L, M, 6 Lines, 285

Backslider's Return through Christ.

And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;

To him, with penitence, I mourn:
I have an advocate above---

A friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus ! full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I (f sin,mp

Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms and take me in;
Oh! freely my backslidings heal,
And love the dying sinner still.

3 Ah! give me, Lord! the tender heart,

That trembles at th' approach of sin;
A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant, and root it deep within ;
That I may fear thy gracious power,
And never dare t' offend thee more.

HYMN 286, C. M.
Penitence and Hope.

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DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall

The wonders of thy grace,
P Low at thy feet ashamed I fall,

And hide this wretched face.

2 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord !

The penitential sigh,
Confirm the kind forgiving word,

With pity in thine eye.
3 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet,

Rejoice to seek thy face;
And grateful own-how kind, how sweet,

Thy condescending grace.

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HYMN 287, 78. 287

Confession and Entreuty.
1 VEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all!

Prostrate at thy feet I fall;
Hear, Oh! hear my earnest cry,

Frown not, lest I faint and die. mp

2 Vilest of the sons of men,

Chief of sinners I have been;
Oft abused thee to thy face,

Trampled on thy richest grace.
3 Justly might thy righteous dart

Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might thine angry breath

Blast me in eternal death.

4 But with thee there's mercy found, map

Balm to heal my every wound:
Soothe, Oh! soothe the troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.


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