To the cold dungeon of the grave, These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. e 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:o My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies, -Bring that delightful-dreadful day; o Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; HYMN 103. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] 1[COME, happy souls, approach your God, With new melodious songs; Come, tender to Almighty grace The tributes of your tongues. e 2 So strange, so boundless was the love, That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son, To give them life again. -3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod; No hard commission to perform- The vengeance of a God. e 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, o When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. -5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; o Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die. e 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace; o We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise.] 0 1 HYMN 104. S. M. Peckham. [*] RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; o Let the wide earth resound the deeds, o 2 Sing how Eternal Love -3 His hand no thunder bears, € 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons down, 0 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, d Bow to the sceptre of his love, e 6 0 To the salvation thou hast brought; e 1 HYMN 105. C. M. Reading. [b] e 'Tis boundless-'tis amazing love,- 2 The burden of our weighty guilt d 3 Almighty Goodness cries-Forbear! p 4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Too long indulg' our sin Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see o 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command; Stretch out, O God, thy conqu❜ring hand, HYMN 106. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor [b] Repentance at the Cross. 1 POH, if my soul was form'd for wo, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow, -3 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine, Those sins, that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh, d 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die! Nor will I spare the guilty things, e 5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart, o I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murd❜rers too. 1 HYMN 107. C. M. Windsor, [*] e 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, a "Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, p 4 What to be banish'd for my life, a 5 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, 6 [Jesus, I throw my arms around, 7 Oh! tell me that my worthless name Shew me some promise in thy book, 8 [Give me one kiud, assuring word, And cheerfully my soul shall wait HYMN 108. C. M. St. Asaph's. [*] And smile to see our Father there, e 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, Our God apper'd consuming fire, • 4 Now we may bow before his feet, -5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss o High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' Almighty throne. s 6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, And glory to th' eternal King, HYMN 109. L. M. Islington. [b] Th' obscure abyss of Providence! 3 Through seas, and storms of deep distress, We sail by faith, and not by sight; Faith guides us in the wilderness, Through all the briers and the night. e 4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod Resolve to scourge us here below, -Still we must lean upon our God; o Thine arm shall bear us safely through.] HYMN 110. S. M. Aylesbury. Kibworth. [ Death and the Resurrection. a 1 A This mortal frame decay? ND must this body die? a And must these active limbs of mine Lie mould'ring in the clay? -2 Corruption, earth, and worms, o Till my triumphant spirit comes, -3 God, my Redeemer, lives, Looks down and watches all my dust- 0 4 Array'd in glorious grace, Shall these vile bodies shine; And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face, Look heavenly and divine. |