5 To him I cried, Thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; "Thy power can rescue from the grave, 6 He heard,and sav'd my soul from death, HYMN 123. (L. M.) On the same. MY 2 With troubles worn, with pain op- To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; But joy returns with rising day. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, FUNERALS. HYMN 124. (C. M.) EAR what the voice from heaven de W WHEN those we love are snatch'd 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 3 Let this vain world allure no more; 4 The voice of this instructive scene Whose arm alone can save; HOW (C. M.) Death of a Young Person. [run, 2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how 3 To serve thy God no longer wait, 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace Hothose in Christ who die! [clares The soul that early seeks my face "Releas'd from all their earthly cares, 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, Shall never seek in vain. HYMN 127. Death of an Infant. (L. M.) AS the sweet flow'r that scents the morn, But withers in the rising day; Thus lovely was this infant's dawn 2 It died ere its expanding soul 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, But for a moment felt the rod :- (S. M., VIJI. INVITATION AND HYMN 131. Rev. xxii. 17, 20 THE Spirit, in our hearts, Is whisp'ring, sinner, come; SINNERS, turn, why will ye die ? The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims God, your Maker, asks you why? To all his children, come! God, who did your being give, 2 Let him that heareth say Made you with himself to live ; To all about him, come! He the fatal cause demands, Let him that thirsts for righteousness Asks the work of his own hands; To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will, O let him freely come, 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? And freely drink the stream of life; God, your Saviour, asks you why? 'Tis Jesus bids him come. He, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself that ye might live. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Will you let him die in vain ? Declares, I quickly come: Crucify your Lord again? Lord, even so! I wait thy hour; Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why Jesus, my Saviour, come! Will ye slight his grace, and die ? HYMN 132. (C. M.) 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? YE E humble souls, approach your God God, the Spirit, asks you why? With songs of sacred praise, He who all your lives hath strove, For he is good, supremely good, Woo'd you to embrace his love: And kind are all his ways. Will ye not his grace receive? 2 All nature owns his guardian care, Will ye still refuse to live? In him we live and move; O, ye dying sinners, why, But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known Wisdom, In its diviner forms. you still despise, Harder is it to be won. 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; 'Tis here our hope relies; Stay not for the morrow's sun ; A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. $5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in thee; 8 Hasten, sinner, to return; Their humble hope thou wilt reward, Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, With bliss divinely free, Ere salvation's work is done. 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love, What bonours shall we raise ! 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest; Not all th' angelic songs above IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plain PRAYER moan HYMN 133. Hath taught each scene the note of wo; (C. M.) Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seng And let thy tears forget to flow : Where Jesus answers prayer ; 2 Thy promise is iny only plea, On Jesus cast thy weighty load; With this I venture nigh; In him thy refuge find, thy rest, Thou callest buden'il souls to thee, Safe in the mercy of thy God: And such, O Lord, am I. Thy God's thy Saviour! glorious word ! 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin O hear, believe, and bless the Lord ! By Satan sorely pressid, By war without, and fear within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; HYMN 134. (C. M.) And let a wretch come near thy throne 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er despise 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, Utter'd or unexpress'd; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, 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 prays!" 6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one; They're one in word and mind; When with the Father and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find. 70 thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way, REPENTANCE. And they shall praise a pard'ning God S HYMN 136. 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, oh! the mourning sinner spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor 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. r HYMN 138. (C. M.) Penitential Gratitude. RISE, O my soul, the hours review, To heaven for grace thou durst not sue, 15 By faith, we pass the vale of tears 2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled,O LET triumphant faith dispel Dispell'd each bitter care; To save thee from despair. 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, 4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ While heaven itself proclaims with joy"One pardon'd sinner more !" The fears of guilt and wo! To death, that we might live, DELUDED souls! that dream of Let the water and the blood, Save from wrath, and make me pure. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, HYMN 140. (L. M.) FAITH is the Christian's evidence And long foresee the things to come. And here enjoys the promises 4 By faith a steady course we steer, Through ruling storms and swelling seas, O'ercome the world, keep down our fear, heaven, And make their empty boast 2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, 3 The faith which new-creates the heart And lift the thoughts above. 4 God from the curse has set us free (III. 1.) Christ our Refuge. Till the storm of life is past; O, receive my soul at last 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 fiel: 2" Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, "I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; "I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, "Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3" When through the deep waters I call thee to go, "The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; "For 1 will be with thee thy troubles to bless, "And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4" When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, "My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; "The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design "Thy dross to consume, and thy gold 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 for sake." HOPE. HYMN 145. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 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, 12 We are trav'lling home to God W JOY is a fruit that will not grow 2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, 3 These are the joys which satisfy Which make the spirit mount on high, 4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot, COME, ye that love the Lord, HYMN 146. (III. 1.) CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 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: Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll HYMN 148. JOY. (C. M.) HYMN 149. (S. M.) And let your joys be known; 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God, |