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. HOME, thou desire of all thy saints, C While, with our praises and complaints, 2 When we thy wondrous glories hear, 3 How should our songs, like those above, How should our souls, on wings of love, 4 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise Then shall our lips resound thy praise; 5 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine, 296. C. M. Doddridge. LET Zion's watchmen all awake, And take the alarm they give; Now let them, from the mouth of God, 2 'Tis not a cause of small import, 3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 4 All to the great tribunal haste, And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, Lord, where should we appear? 5 May they that Jesus whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see; And watch thou daily o'er their souls, Conclusion of Sabbath worship. ELCOME and precious to my soul, W Are Sabbath-days of love; But what a glorious rest remains 2 There, free from languor, pain, and sin, And be for ever blest. 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. G NOD moves in a mysterious way, He plants his footsteps in the sea, 2 Deep in unfathomable mines 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, 299. C. M. Hart. The solemnities of death. AIN men, your fond pursuits forbear! Death, at the farthest, can't be far; 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 ere the trumpet shakes Now, The mansions of the dead, Hark, from the gospel's peaceful voice, 2 Ye sinners, seek his grace, W 301. C. M. Wesley's Coll. Lord, search our hearts! E bow before thy gracious throne, But show us, Lord, is every one 2 Is here a soul that knows thee not, A stranger to the blood that bought 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; Or else in chains of guilt must lie THE PENITENT. 302. C. M. False Hope destroyed,-a good one inspired. M sins and fears like billows rise, 2 But while I see the Saviour's veins 3 Now let me to this fountain go 4 Here, waiting at the pool I lie, |