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4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,

how glorious, how divine ! That can to life and bliss restore

so vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pard’ning love, so free, .so sweet,

dear Saviour, I adore; O keep me at thy sacred feet, and let me rove no more.


PENITENTIAL. The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2---4. 1 TOW long, thou faithful God, shall I

Here in thy ways forgotten lie? When shall the means of healing be

The channels of thy grace to me? 2 Sinners on every side step in,

And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,

Still lie expiring at the pool.
3 Thou cov'nant-angel, swift come down,

To-day thine own appointments crown;
Thy power into the means infuse,

And give them now their sacred use. 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool,

I would, thou know'st I would be whole
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister thy healing love.


PENITENTIAL. 1 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 power;

my heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

and fill me with thy perfect peace.



6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,

nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
my God, my Saviour, come away!

The necessity of renewing Grace.
TOW helpless guilty nature lies,

unconscious of its load !
The heart unchang'd can never rise

to happiness and God. 2 The will perverse, the passions blind,

in paths of ruin stray : Reason debas'd can never find

the safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine

the stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine

to form the heart anew. 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,

and upwards bid them rise; And make the scales of error fall

from reason's darken'd eyes. 5 To chase the shades of death away,

and bid the sinner live! A beam of heaven, a vital ray,

'tis thine alone to give. 6 O change these wretched hearts of ours,

and give them life divine ! Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN XXXVII. Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41. 1

A LAS, what hourly dangers rise!
To heaven, O let me lift my eyes,

and hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain

and meltin flowing tears! My weak resistance, ah, how vain !

how strong my foes and fears ! 3 O gracious God, in whom I live,

my feeble efforts aid : Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,

though trembling and afraid. 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,

when foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up,

or soon my strength will fail. 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, or lure my feet aside, ,

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My God, thy powerful aid impart,

my guardian and my guide. 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way,

and bid the tempter flee; And let me never, never stray from happiness and thee.


The Joys of Heaven. 1 NOME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart

their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,

and discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere,

adorn the realms of peace. 3 The soul from sin for ever free,

shall mourn its power no more ; But, clothed in spotless purity,

redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!)

th' exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight

on all the heavenly minds. 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb

join in immortal songs, And endless honours to his name

employ their tuneful tongues. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

our feeble notes inspire; Till in thy blissful courts above, we join th' angelic choir.


Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 YOME, we that love the Lord,

and let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,

and thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind

be banish'd from this place; Religion never was design'd

to make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing

that never knew our God, But fav’rites of the heavenly King

may speak their joys abroad. 4 The God that rules on high,

and thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky,

and manages the seas:


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5 This awful God is ours,

our Father and our love;
He shall send down his heavenly powers

to carry us above.
6 There shall we see his face,

and never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace

drink endless pleasures in.
7 Yes, and before we rise

to that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

should constant joys create.
8 The men of grace have found

glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,

from faith and hope may grow.
9 The hill of Sion yields

a thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

or walk the golden streets.
10 Then let our songs abound,

and every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

to fairer worlds on high.





Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. 1 LTOW long shall earth's alluring toys

detain our heart and eyes,
Regardless of immortal joys,

and strangers to the skies!
2 These transient scenes will soon decay,

they fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day

be lost in endless night.
3 Their brightest day, alas, how.vain!

with conscious sighs we own;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,

o'ershade the smiling noon.
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly

above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

which sorrow ne'er invades!
5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,

or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,

unconscious of decay.
6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

to guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine

our languid hearts inflame.


WHEN I can read

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

our ardent wishes rise To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, immortal in the skies.

The Christian's Confidence.
THEN I can read my title clear

to mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear,

and wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,

and fiery darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

and face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

let storms of sorrow fall; So I but safely reach my home,

my God, my heaven, my all. 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul

in seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll across my peaceful breast.


Life the Day of Grace and Hope.

Eccl. ix. 4---6, 10.
1 IFE is the time to serve the Lord,

The time t ensure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn,

The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God hath given

To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may

Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die;

But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem'ry and their sense is gone,

Alike unknowing and unknown.
4 Their hatred and their love is lost,

Their envy bury'd in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done

Beneath the circuit of the sun.
5 Then what my thoughts design to do,

My hands, with all your might pursue ;
Since no device nor work is found,

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 6 There are no acts of pardon past

In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

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