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3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.

HYMN 113. 8s & 7s.

DECOURCY.

Calvary. [b]

Mark x, 43.

Suppliant Address to the Saviour.
ESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;

1JE

Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.

e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting

Send, O send me quick relief!
e 3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

-8 On the word thy blood hath scaled,
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, O stay me, lest I fall!

e 9 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,

d "Here's the soul that perish'd, suing "For the boasted Saviour's aid!"

• 10 Sav'd--the deed shall spread new glory Thro' the shining realms above;

8 Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptur'd with thy love.

HYMN 114. L. M.

TURNER.

Geneva. [b *]

Vision of the Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxiv, 3.

1 LOOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

See Adam's race

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughter'd millions round.
e 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live,
And can these perish'd bones revive?
-That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain-

e In vain they call, in vain they cry,
-Till thine almighty aid is nigh.

o 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,
Life spreads through all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.

5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound
Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,

And spring to life beyond the skies. DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*]

Converting Grace. Ps. xlv, 3-5.

1HAIL, mighty Jesus, how divine,

Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest reb 1 must resign,

At thy commanding word.

e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give, They pierce the hardest heart;

o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart.

g 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway;

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

4 And when thy vict'ries are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace-

e 5 O may my humble soul be found,
Among that favour'd band;

• And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land.

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WALLIN.

HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*] Revival of Religion hoped for. THILE I to grief my soul give way, To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, g Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. -2 "Tho' for a time I hide my face, "Rely upon my love and power, "Still wrestle at the throne of grace. "And wait for a reviving hour.

o 3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
"I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer,
e "The winter season has been sharp,

"But spring shall all its wastes repair."
4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive;
o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing,
o Our foes in vain against us strive,

For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b*] God's regard to the actively Pious. Mal. iii, 16, 17. HE Lord on mortal worms looks down, From his celestial throne;

And when the wicked swarm around,
He well discerns his own.

e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times;
And join their efforts to oppose,
The wide prevailing crimes.

-3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear;

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep
Their words in transcript fair;

In the Redeemer's book of life,
Their names recorded are.

d 5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "the world shall know
"These humble souls are mine:
"These, when my jewels I produce,

"Shall in full lustre shine.

8 "When deluges of fiery wrath

"My foes away shall bear ;

"That hand which strikes the wicked thro',

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"Shall all my children spare."

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

Prayer for spiritual Healing.

To thee I bring my case;
HOU great Physician of the soul,

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint;

But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint,

This worse distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;

A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.

4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent, and lame;
It overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.

5 (A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)

6 Lord, I am sick; regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;

Say canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?

HYMN 119. L. P. M.

Sheffield. [b*]

Efficacy of God's Word. Jer. xxiii, 29.

e1 W We hear the thunders of thy word;

WITH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord,

o The pride of Lebanon it breaks:
o Swift the celestial fire descends,
The flinty rock in pieces rends,
g And earth to its deep centre shakes.
-2 Array'd in majesty divine ;

Here sanctity and justice shine,

e And horrour strikes the rebel thro';
g While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done,
a And what thy vengeance yet shall do.
o 3 So spread the honours of thy name;
g The terrours of a God proclaim;
Thick let the pointed arrows fly;
e Till sinners humbled in the dust,
Shall own the execution just,
-And bless the hand by which they die.
o 4 Then clear the dark tempestuous day,
And radiant beams of love display,
Each prostrate soul let mercy raise;
e So shall the bleeding captives feel,

Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, • And change their notes to songs of praise.

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HYMN 120. C. M.

DODDRIDGE

Abridge. Barby. [*]

Light and Glory of the Word.

1T and brings the truth to light;
HE Spirit breathes upon the word,

Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;

-It gives a light to every age,
d It gives-but borrows none.
-3 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;

o His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise but never set.

o 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display;
As makes a world of darkness shine,
With beams of heav'nly day.

-5 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love;

g Till glory breaks upon my view, In brighter worlds above.

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COWPER

HYMN 121. 7s. St. John's. [*]

Sabbath Morning.

AFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seck,

Waiting in his courts to-day:

o Day of all the week the best; Emblem of eternal rest:

-2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name ;

Shew thy reconciling face-
Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.