6 A second look he gave, which said, "I freely all forgive,

"This blood is for thy ransom paid
"I die that thou may'st live."

7 With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is fill'd,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.

CCCXXVI. L.M. HART.
The stony heart.

H! for a glance of heav'nly day,
To take this stubborn stone away,
To thaw with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake,
The seas can roar the mountains shake;
Of feeling all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord! an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments too, unaw'd I hear,
Amazing things! which devi's fear;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But one can yet perform the deed;
That one in all his grace I need;
Thy spirit can from dross refine
And melt this stubborn heart of mine.
6 O breath of life, breathe on my soul!
On me let streams of mercy roll:
Now thaw, with rays of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

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CCCXXVII, L. M. BALT. COL.
Praying for Relations.

KIND souls, who for the miseries moan,

Of those who seldom mind their own, And treat your zeal with cold disdain, Resolv'd to make your labours vain. 2 You, whose sincere affection tends To help your dear ungrateful friends, Who think you foes, or mad, or fools, Because you love their ruin'd souls. 3 Though dead to ev'ry warning given, They scorn to walk with you to heav'n, But often think, and sometimes say, They'll never go, if that's the way. 4 Though they the word of truth resist, Yea, ridicule your faith in Christ ;. Though they blaspheme, oppose, contemn, And hate you for your love to them; 5 One secret way is left you still, To do them good against their will: Here they can no obstruction give, You may do this without their leave. 6 Fly to the throne of grace by prayer, And pour out all your wishes there; Effectual fervent prayer prevails, When every other method fails.

CCCXXVIII. L. M. BALT. COL. "Be not afraid, it is I." Matt. xiv. 27. Mark vi. 50. John vi. 20.

CHILDREN of God, renounce your fears
Lo! Jesús for your help appears,
And 'oudly speaks as he draws nigh,
"Be not afraid, for it is I."

2 When in the awful tempest tost,
You feel your strength and courage lost,
And mighty waves roll o'er your head,
Your Lord is near, be not afraid.
3 When mournful tidings from afar,
Or nations raise tumultuous war,
And wide their devastation spread,
Yet he is near, be not afraid.
4 The famine, pestilence and sword,
Are all obedient to his word;
He, riding on the stormy sky,
Says, "Fear not ye, for it is I."
5 When earthly joys are from you torn,
Or when with heart-felt grief you mourn,
To see your dear relations dead,
Yet Jesus lives, be not afraid.

6 When fierce disease attacks your frame,
Your Saviour's love is still the same;
In death's dark shade you need not fear,
For Jesus will be with you there.

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When stars are from their orbits hurl❜d,
And flames consume this lower world,
Ev'n then your Judge will smiling cry,
"Be not afraid, for it is I."

CCCXXIX. C. M. BALT. COL. "In me ye shall have peace." John xvi. 33.

YE

E saints attend the Saviour's voice,
Believe his word of grace;

He says, and let our souls rejoice!
In me ye shall have

peace.

2 Though storms and tempests round you roar, And foes and fears increase;

He says, and what could he say more,
In me ye shall have peace.

3 What though afflictions still abound,
Your troubles still increase,

He says, and O how sweet the sound! shall have

In me ye

peace.

4 What though your hearts with sorrow bleed, And sighs and tears increase;

He says, and it is true indeed!

In me ye

shall have peace.

5 Tho' you shall pass thro' death's cold flood,

To gain your wish'd release,

He says, and sure he'll make it good,.
In me ye shall have

peace.

6 When you his face in glory view,
Where joy can ne'er decrease;
Eternity shall prove it true,
In him ye shall have peace.

CCCXXX. C. M.

TIEBOUT'S COL.

The complaint of an awakened sinner,
WHAT a state my soul is in!
Nor can I e'er be blest,
Without release from guilt and sin,
Or find a moment's rest.

2 I hear that Christ is passing by,
Poor sinners to relieve;

But ah! I must in darkness lie,
Until I can believe.

3 My stupid mind and stubborn will,
Chain down my soul to death,

And here I groan in darkness still,
Without one spark of faith.

4 O God, for my poor soul

appear,
And make my foes submit ;
Unlock, unlock this prison door,
And bring me from the pit.
5 Pull down the pride within my
From blindness set me free;
May I with every idol part,
And give myself to thee.

heart;

6 O let me feel thy love divine,
And hear thy healing voice;
Until I know that thou art mine,
I never can rejoice.

THE CHURCH.

A BUILDING: AND WELL DEFENDED. CCCXXXI. .L. M. WATTS.

God the glory and defence of Zion.

[APPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace ;

Thy holy courts are his abode:

Thou earthly palace of our God.

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heav'nly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Fix'd on his counsels and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain designs engage,
Against his throne in vain they rage;
Like rising waves with angry roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
4 Then let us still in Zion dwell;
Nor fear the wrath of earth and hell;