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3. Here springs of sacred pleasure rise,

To ease your ev'ry pain : Immortal fountain ! full supplies!

Nor shall you thirst in vain.
4. Ye sinners ! come, 'tis mercy's voice,

The gracious call obey.
Mercy invites to heav’nly jogs:-

And can you yet delay
5. Dear Saviour ! draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly;
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

HYMN 127. C. M. 1. THE King of heav’n his table spreads, Not all the boasted joys of earth

Could such delight afford.
2. Pardon and peace to dying men,

And endless life are givin;
And the rich blood, which Jesus shed,

To raise the soul to heav'n. 3. Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd

In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from the hedges and highways,

And grace will find you room. 4. Thousands of souls, in glory now,

Were fed and feasted here;
And thousands more, still on the way,

Around the board appear.
5. Yet is his house and heart so large,

That thousands more may come;
Nor could the wide assembling world

O’erfill the spacious room.
6. All things are ready : enter in,

Nor weak excuses frame,
Come, take your places at the feast,

And bless the founder's name.


HYMN 128 L. M. 1. My dear Redeemer, and my Lord !

But in thy life the law appears,

Drawn out in living characters.
2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,

Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine. 3. Cold mountains and the midnight air

Witness'd the fervour of thy pray’r :
The desert thy temptations knew,

Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too! 4. Be thou my pattern ; let me bear

More of thy gracious image here.
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the foll’wers of the Lamb.

HYMN 129. L. M.
AND is the gospel peace and love ?
The serpent blended with the dove,

Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2. Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3. O how benevolent and kind!

How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live. 4. To do his heav'nly Father's will,

Was his employment and delight:
Humility and holy zeal

Shone thro' his life divinely bright.


5. Dispensing good where'er he came,

The labours of his life were love. If then we love the Saviour's name, Let his divine example move!

HYMN 130. C. M. 1. BEHOLD, where in a mortal form

Appears each grace divine ! The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine,
2. To spread the rays of heav'nly light,

To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.
3. Lowly in heart, to all his friends

A friend and servant found,
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,

And heal'd each bleeding wound.
4. 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek he stood.
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life ;

He labour'd for their good,
5. To God he left his righteous cause,

And still his task pursu'd; While humble pray’r and holy faith

His fainting strength renew'd.
6. In the last hours of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne,
With soul resign'd he bow'd, and said,

“ Thy will, not mine, be done !"
7. Be Christ our pattern and our guide.!

His image may we bear!

may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share !

HYMN 131. L. M.
1. WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,

What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, Which spread salvation thro' our race?

2. Teach us, O Lord! to keep in view

Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue.
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done

Be witness’d by each rolling sun.
3. That man may last, but never lives,

Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,

Creation's blot, creation's blank.
4. But he, who marks from day to day

In gen’rous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

HYMN 182. c. M.
GOD of my mercy and my praise !

Thy glory is my song;
Though sinners speak against thy grace

With a blaspheming tongue.
2. When in the form of mortal man

Thy Son on earth was found,
With cruel slanders, false and vain,

They compassid him around.
3. Their mis’ries his compassion mov'd;

Their peace he still pursu'd :
They render'd hatred for his love,

And evil for his good.
4. Their malice rag'd without a cause;

Yet with his dying breath
He pray'd for murd'rers on his cross,

And bless'd his foes in death. 5. O may his conduct, all-divine,

To me a model prove!
Like his, 0 God! my heart incline
My enemies to love.

HYMN 138. L. M.,
1.“FATHER divine,” the Saviour cried,

While horrors press'd on ev'ry side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, ** Remove this bitter cup away.”

2. “ But if these pangs must still be borne,

And stripes, and wounds, and cruel scorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,

And say, Thy will, not mine, be done.” 3. Thus our submissive souls would bow,

And, taught by Jesus, lie as low,
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,

Would say, “ Thy will, not our's be done." 4. Then, though like him in dust we lie,

We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.



HYMN 134. s. M. 1. AUTHOR of life and bliss !

Thy goodness I adore.
O give me strength to speak thy praise,

And grace to love thee more! 2. First for this world, so fair,

My daily thanks shall rise; For ev'ry comfort, ev'ry joy,

Thy bounteous hand surplies, 3. But yet a nobļer cause

Demands, my warmest love.
Can words describe the wondrous gift

Descending from above ?
4. The Saviour dwelt on earth;

He died, that we might live; Endur'd the sorrows of the cross,

Immortal hope to give. 5. Ah who can tell the scorn,

The dear Redeemer bore?

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