6 ["His joyful soul shall see
"The purchase of his pain,
"And by his knowledge justify
"The guilty sons of men.]

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702. S. M. Dr. Watts.
The Same. Isa. liii. 6-12.

LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God,
Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour

When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3. How glorious was the grace

When Christ sustain' the stroke!
His life and blood the shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
4 His honour and his breath

Were taken quite away;

Join'd with the wicked in his death,
And made as vile as they.

5 But God shall raise his head.
O'er all the sons of men,

And make him see a num'rous sced,
To recompense his pain.

6" I'll give him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong;
"He shall possess a large reward,
"And hold his honours long."

703. C. M.

Dr. Watts.

Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of

Christ.

did

bleed!

And did my Sov'reign die!

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I.

2 [Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine,
And bath'd in its own blood,
While all expos'd to wrath divine
The glorious suff'rer stood !]

3 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree !

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in.

When Christ the mighty Maker died, For man the creature's sin. 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe:

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Here, Lord, I give myself away:
Tis all that I can do.

704. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Glory of Christ in Heaven.
the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace.

2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow,

And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
3 [Princes to his imperial name
Bend their bright sceptres down:
Doininions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice
To see him wear the crown.
4 Archangels sound his lofty praise
Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street,

And lay their highest honours down
Submissive at his feet.

5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his
That once rude iron tore,

High on a throne of light they stand,
And all the saints adore.

6 His head, the dear majestic head
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!]

7 This is the Man, thr' exalted Man,
Whom we unseen adore:

But when our eyes behold his face,
Our bearts shall love him more.

SINNERS.

705. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The repentant Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &c. 1 EHOLD the wretch whose lust and wine Had wasted his estate,

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He begs a share amongst the swine,
To taste the husks they eat!

2 "I die with hunger here," he cries;
"I starve in foreign lands;

"My father's house has large supplies,
"And bounteous are his hands.
3" I'll go, and with a mournful tongue
"Fall down before his face;
"Father, I've done thy justice wrong,
"Nor can deserve thy grace."

4 He said, and hasten'd to his home,
To seek his father's love:
The father saw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

5 He ran and fell upon his neck,
Embrac'd and kiss'd his son;

The rebel's heart with sorrow brake,
For follies he had done.

6 "Take off his clothes of shame and sin,"
(The father gives command)
"Dress him in garments white and clean,
"With rings adorn his hand.

7" A day of feasting I ordain;

"Let mirth and joy abound;

"My son was dead, and lives again,
"Was lost, and now is found."

706. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Repentance flowing from the Patience of God.

ND are we wretches yet alive?
And do we yet rebel ?

'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love,
That bears us up from hell!

2 The burden of our weighty guilt
Would sink us down to flames,

And threat'ning veng'ance rolls above,
To crush our feeble frames.

3 Almighty goodness cries, Forbear;
And straight the thunder stays;

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And dare we now provoke his wrath,
And weary out his grace?

4 Lord we have long abus'd thy love,
Too long indulg'd our sin;

Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see
What rebels we have been.

5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command;
No more will we obey:

Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand,
And drive thy foes away.

YOUTH.

707. L. M. Dr. Watts. Religious Education. Psalm xxxiv. HILDREN in years, and knowledge young Your parents' hope, your parents joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue:

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Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 2 If you desire a length of days,

And peace to crown your mortal state,
Restrain your feet from impious ways,
Your lips from slander and deceit.
3 The eyes of God regard his saints,
His ears are open to their cries;
He sets his frowning face against
The sons of violence and lies.

706. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Exhortations to Peace and Holiness.
Ps. xxxiv. 11-22.

COME, children, learn to fear the Lord

that your days be long,

Let not a false or spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue.
2 Depart from mischief, practise love,
Pursue the works of peace;

So shall the Lord your ways approve,
And set your souls at ease.

3 His eyes awake to guard the just,
His ears attend their cry;
When broken spirits dwell in dust,
The God of grace is nigh.

4 What though the sorrows here they taste
Are sharp and tedious too,' *

The Lord who saves them all at last,
Is their supporter now.

5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead,
But God secures his own,

Prevents the mischief when they slide,
Or heals the broken bone.

6 When desolation, like a flood,
O'er the proud sinner rolls,
Saints find a refuge in their God;
For he redeem'd their souis.

CHRISTIAN CHARACTER, DUTY, &c.

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709. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Doubts and Fears suppressed. Ps. iii. Y God, how many are my fears!

'M' flow fast my foes increase!

Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.

2 The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief in heav'n,

And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv'n.

3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;

Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

4 What though the hosts of death and hell
All arm'd against me stood,

Terrors no more shall shake íny soul;
My refuge is my God.

5 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.
710. L. M. Dr. Watts.

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God our Portion, and Christ our Hope.
Psalin iv. 1-7.

GOD of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain
Thou hast enlarged me in distress;
Bow down a gracions ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;'