HYMN 187. L. M. Parable of the Wheat and Tares. NHOUGH in the earthly church below, Jesus ere long will weed the crop, 2 Will it relieve their horrors there, How much they heard, how much they knew, 3 Oh! this will aggravate their case! 4 We seem alike when thus we meet, 6 But though they grow so tall and strong, r HYMN 188. Eights and Sevens. Blind Bartimeus. Mark x. 41. 48. "MERCY, O thou son of David " Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd; 2 Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, "Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging us'd to live; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted, Aims which none but he could give. 4"Lord, remove this grievous blindness, "Let my eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way. 5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; Friends, is not my case amazing? 6 Oh' that all the blind but knew him, 7 Now I freely leave my garment, He will guide me by his counsel, A HYMN 189. L. M. Our Bodies the Temple of the Holy Ghost. ND will th' offended God again Will he within this bosom raise A living temple to his praise? 2 The joyful news transports my breast, 3 Enter, with all thy heav'nly train, R' HYMN 190. Sevens and Sixes. The Pilgrim's Song. ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Rise from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n thy native place. Time shall soon this earth remove; 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course: To rest in his embrace. 3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, Flate'ring world, with all thy snares, Pilgrims fix not here their home, 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, HYMN 191. L. M. The Christian Warfare. JESUS, my king, proclaims the war, "Awake, the pow'rs of hell are near! "Arm with my grace!" I hear him cry, "'Tis yours to conquer, or to die." 2 Rous'd by the animating sound, I cast my eager eyes around; Make haste to gird my armour on, And bid each trembling fear be gone. 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, The word of God, the sword I wield; With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart. 4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, Resolv'd to put my foes to flight; While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conqu❜ring banner o'er my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust; His bleeding cross is all my boast; Thro' troops of foes he'll lead me on To vict ry, and the victor's crown. HYMN 192. Sevens. Flying to Christ under Temptation. [ESUS, lover of my soul, JESUS, lover of boson ky, While the billows near me roll, With the shadow of thy wing! I am all unrighteousness, Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within; Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Reign, O Lord, within my heart, Reign to all eternity. |