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3 May love divine our feelings sway,
Thro' Him that groan'd; and bled and died.
295. C. M. W. & B.
Asking for the Divine Presence. Psalm cxl. 13. COME, thou desire of all thy saints,
Our humble strains
While, with our praises and complaints,
2 When we thy wondrous glories hear,
3 How should our songs, like those above, With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls, on wings of love,
4 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise
5 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
296. C. M. Doddridge. Watching for soul's. Heb. xiii. 17
ET Zion's watchmen all awake, And take the alarm they give; Now let them, from the mouth of God, Their awful charge receive.
2 'Tis not a cause of small import,
But what might fill an angel's heart,
3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss forego;
For souls which must for ever live,
4 All to the great tribunal haste,
5 May they that Jesus whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see;
And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
297. C. M. Altered. Conclusion of Sabbath worship.
WELCOME and precious to my soul,
But what a glorious rest remains
2 There, free from languor, pain, and sin,
With Jesus our exalted King,
3 On these delightful, precious days,
1 O if my soul, when death appears,
298. C. M. Cowper.
The Mysteries of Providence. John xiii. 7.
His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
299. C. M. Hart.
AIN men, your fond pursuits forbear!
2 Reflect! you've each a soul to save;
3 Death enters, and there's no defence;
4 Your flesh, perhaps your chiefest care,
5 To-day the gospel calls, to-day;
6 Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood,
300. S. M. W. & B.
Judgment is disarmed of terror by Faith. NOW, ere the trumpet shakes
2 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear,
301. C. M. Wesley's Coll.
WE bow before thy gracious throne,
And think ;
2 Is here a soul that knows thee not,
3 Convince him now of unbelief,
4 Speak with the voice that wakes the dead And bid the sleeper rise!
And make his guilty conscience dread
5 He must believe in Christ, or die;
302. C. M.
False Hope destroyed,-
sins and fears like billows rise,
2 But while I see the Saviour's veins
3 Now let me to this fountain go
The sacred streams that from it flow,
4 Here, waiting at the pool I lie,