And cast our sins behind his back, HYMN 123. (L. M.) On the same. 14 The graves of all his saints he When in the grave ho lay; 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have HYMN 125. (C. M.) away By death's resistless hand, MY God, since thou hast rais'd me Our hearts the mournful tribute pay up, Thee I'll extol with thankful voice; Restor'd by thine Almighty pow'r, With fear before thee I'll rejoice. 2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd, To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, My life didst rescue from the grave. 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, With me sing praises to the Lord; And all his faithfulness record. But joy returns with rising day. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, To those in Christ who die! "Releas'd from all their earthly cares. "They'll reign with him on high." 2 Then why lament departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends To call us to his arms. 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, Death hath no sting beside; 2 That friendship must demand. While pity prompts the rising sigh May this dread truth, "I too must die,” 3 Let this vain world allure no more 4 The voice of this instructive scene Which calls to watch and pray 50 let us to that Saviour fly, Then shall our hopes ascend on high, HYMN 126. (C. M.) Death of a Young Person. 2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn Thy years may end their flight: 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace, Death of an Infant. The law gave sin its strength and As the sweet flow'r that scents the power; But Christ, our ransom, died! ( morn, A hus lovely was this infant's dawn, Thus swiftly fled its life away. 2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, Had ever spurn'd at heaven's control, Or ever quench'd its sacred fires. 3 It died to sin, it died to cares, But for a moment felt the rod:O mourner! such, the Lord declares, Such are the children of our God! VIII. INVITATION AND HYMN 128. (III. 1.) 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? HYMN 129. (III. 1.) 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; 3 Hasten, sinner, to return; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun. groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold, the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound 2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest, On Jesus cast thy weighty load; In him thy refuge find, thy rest, Safe in the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Saviour! glorious word! O hear, believe, and bless the Lord! HYMN 131. (S. M.) Rev. xxii. 17, 20. THE Spirit, in our hearts, Is whisp'ring, sinner, come; The Bride, the church of Christ, proTo all his children, come! [claims 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, come! Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will, O let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; "Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, YE (C. M.) VE humble souls, approach your With songs of sacred praise, [God For he is good, supremely good, And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, To ransom rebel worms; Tis here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms. 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, "Tis here our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard 6 Great God, to thine Almighty love, IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. PRAYER. HYMN 133. (C. M.) When with the Father and the Sas, REPENTANCE. HYMN 135. (La M.) THOU that bear'st when sinners cry, APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-Though all my crimes before thee lie, seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; 2 Thy promise is my only plea, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; And tell him," Thou hast died." 5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name. HYMN 134. (C. M.) PRAYER is the soul's sincere de[sire, Utter'd or unexpress'd; That trembles in the breast. Behold them not with angry look, Thy help and comfort still afford; The God of grace will ne'er despise 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways, Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign 3 Prayer is the simplest form of 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue, [reach 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital The Christian's native air, [breath, The watch-word at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry," Behold, he 199 prays 6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one; They're one in word and mind; ness. HYMN 136. (L. M.) STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay Though I have done chee such de spite; Nor east the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been, And long in vain thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 3 Yet, ok! the mourning sinner spare, rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release; HYMN 137. (L. M.) THAT my load of sin were gone O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I'learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labour of thy dying love. 5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r, My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. R HYMN 138. (C. M.) Penitential Gratitude. ISE, O my soul, the hours review, When, aw'd by guilt and fear, To heaven for grace thou durst not And found no rescue here: [sue, 2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are Dispell'd each bitter care; [fled, For heaven itself has lent its aid To save thee from despair. 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, And to resist mine own: 4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ Thy mercy to adore; While heav'n itself proclaims with joy "One pardon'd sinner more!" Let the water and the blood, When mine eye-lids close in death. When I rise to worlds unknown, FA HYMN 140. (L. M.) AITH is the Christian's evidence Of things unseen by mortal eye; It passes all the bounds of sense, And penetrates the inmost sky 2 Things absent it can set in view Events long past it can renew, [home And bring far distant prospects And long foresee the things to come. 3 With strong persuasion, from afar The heavenly region it surveys, Embraces all the blessings there," And here enjoys the promises." 4 By faith a steady course we steer, Through ruffling storms and swell ing seas, O'ercome the world, keep down our fear And still possess our souls in peace. 5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears Safe and serene, though oft dis tress'd; By faith, subdue the king of fears And go rejoicing to our rest. HYMN 141. (C. M.) Rom. viii. 31-34. he fears of guilt and wo! To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant, That boundless love can give! 3 Who now his people shall accuse? "Tis God hath justified: Who now his people shall condemn t The Lamb of God hath died. 4 And he who died hath ris'n again, Triumphant, from the grave: At God's right hand for us he pleads,) 3" When througn the acep waters I Omnipotent to save. HYMN 142. (C. M.) ELUDED souls! that dream of heaven, DE And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust! call thee to go, "The rivers of wo shall not thee over flow: "For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, "And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4" When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, 2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights," If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ, the living Head. My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; "The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design 3 The faith which new-creates the "Thy dross to consume, and thy gold Christ our Refuge. Till the stem of life is past; O, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee: With the shadow of thy wing. HYMN 144. (IV. 4.) OW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, How Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled: to refine. 5 "The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, "I will not, I will not desert to his foes; "That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake, "I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake." HOPE. HYMN 145. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place: Sun and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, Rest, enduring rest, in heaven; HYMN 146. (III. 1.) CHILDREN of the heavenly Kins As we journey, let us sing; Christ conducts us to our home. ر |