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And cast our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.
5 Tc him I cried, "Thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;
"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
"Thy power is all my trust!
6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from
And dried my falling tears; [death,
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years.

HYMN 123. (L. M.)

On the same.

14 The graves of all his saints he
bless'd,

When in the grave ho lay;
And, rising thence, their hopes he
To everlasting day! [rais'v

5 Then, joyfully, while life we have
To Christ, our life, we'll sing,
"Where is thy victory, O grave?
"And where, O death, thy sting

HYMN 125. (C. M.)
WHEN those we love are snatch'

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;
Call all his goodness to your mind,

And all his faithfulness record.
4 His anger is but short: his love,
Which is our life, hath certain stay,
Grief may continue for a night,

But joy returns with rising day.
5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress,
In happier hours I now will give,
And strive that in my grateful verse,
His praises may for ever live.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The blest and undivided three;
The one sole giver of all life,
Glory and praise for ever be.

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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
With awful power imprest;

May this dread truth, "I too must die,”
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3

Let this vain world allure no more
Behold the op'ning tomb;
It bids us use the present hour,-
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this instructive scene
Nor be the faithful warning vain
May every heart obey!

Which calls to watch and pray 50 let us to that Saviour fly,

Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
Whose arm alone can save;
And triumph o'er the grave.

HYMN 126.

(C. M.)

Death of a Young Person.
HOW short the race our friend has
Cut down in all his bloom! [run,
The course but yesterday begun
Now finish'd in the tomb.!

2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn
how soon

Thy years may end their flight:
Long, long before life's brilliant noon
May come death's gloomy night.
3 To serve thy God no longer wait
To-day his voice regard;
To-morrow, mercy's open gate

4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace,
May be for ever barr'd.
Thy youthful love to gain-
The soul that early seeks my face
Shall never seek in vain.

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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!

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morn,
But withers in the rising day;

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
WARNING.

HYMN 128. (III. 1.)
SINNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands;
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself that ye might live.
Will you let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strove,
Woo'd you to embrace his love:
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
O, ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye for ever die?

HYMN 129. (III. 1.)
HASTEN, sinner, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.

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.

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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,
Declares, I quickly come;
Lord, even so! I wait thy hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come!
HYMN 132.

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
The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,
With bliss divinely free.

6 Great God, to thine Almighty love,
What honours shall we raise!
Not all th' angelie songs above
Can render equal praise.

IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS.

PRAYER.

HYMN 133. (C. M.)

When with the Father and the Sas,
Sweet fellowship they find.
70 thou, by whom we come to God.
The life, the truth, the way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trods
Lord, teach us how to pray!

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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;
There humbly full before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd,
By war without, and fear within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

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;
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast oat and hanish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit,
Lord,

Thy help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
5 A broken heart, my God, my King

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

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

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That infant lips can try; [speech Salvation shall be all my song:
Prayer, the sublimest strains that And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The majesty on high.
The Lord, my strength and righteous-

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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,
In nonour of my great High Priest;
Ner in thy righteous anger swear,
T exclude me from thy people's

rest.

4 My weary soul, O God, release;
Uphold me with thy gracious hand;
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

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.

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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!"

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Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no tanguor know,
This for sin could not atono,
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eye-lids close in death.

When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,-
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

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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.
LET triumphant faith dispel

he fears of guilt and wo!
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who, who shall be our foe?
2 He who his only Son gave up

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.
Dead Faith.

(C. M.)

ELUDED souls! that dream of heaven,

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And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust!

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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

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Christ our Refuge.
JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the waves of trouble roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the stem of life is past;
Safe into theaven guide;

O, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my hope from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

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:

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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
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:
There, is everlasting peace,

Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be giv'n.

HYMN 146. (III. 1.) CHILDREN of the heavenly Kins

As we journey, let us sing;
Glorious in his works and ways.
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,
2 We are trav'lling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see.
They are happy now, and we
3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam

Christ conducts us to our home.
4 Lord, obediently we'll go.
Gladly leaving all below;

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