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5 To him I cried, " Thy servant save, HYMN 125.

(C. M.) “ Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave,

By death’s resistless hand, away “Thy power is all my trust!”

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay 6 He heard and sav'd my soul from death, That friendship must demand.

And dried my falling tears ; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,

With awful power imprest ;
Through my remaining years.

May this dread truth, “I too must die,"
HYMN 123. (L. M.) Sink deep in ev'ry breast.
On the same.

3 Let this vain world allure no more ; MY

Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up,
Thee i'li extol with thankful voice; It bids us use the present hour,-

Behold the op’ning tomb;
Restor'd by thine Almighty pow'r,

To-morrow death may come. With fear before thee I'll rejoice.

4 The voice of this instructive scene 2 With troubles worn, with pain op

May every heart obey! press’d,

Nor be the faithful warning vain
To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save ;

Which calls to watch and pray
Thou didst support my sinking hopes,
My life didst rescue from the grave. 5 ( let us to that Saviour fly,

Whose arm alone can save; 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, Then shall our hopes ascend on high,

With me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind,

And triumph o'er the grave. And all his faithfulness record.

HYMN 126.

(C. M.) 4 His anger is but short: his love, Which is our lite, hath certain stay,

Death of a Young Person. Grief may continue for a night, HIS

TOW short the race our friend has But joy returns with rising day.

Cut down in all his bloom! (run,

The course but yesterday begun 5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress,

Now finish'd in the tomb ! In happier hours I now will give, And strive that in my grateful verse, 12 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how His praises may for ever live.

Thy years may end their flight: (soon 6 To Father, Son, and Uoly Ghost,

Long, long before life's brilliant noon The blest and undivided three ;

May come death's gloomy nigkt. The one sole giver of all life,

3 To serve thy God no longer wait, Glory and praise for ever be.

To-day his voice regard ;

To-morrow, mercy's open gate
FUNERALS.

May be for ever barr'd.
HYMN 124. (C. i.)
4 And thus the Lord reveals his

grace
HE
EAR what the voice from heaven de-
To those in Christ who die! (clares The soul that early seeks my face

Thy youthful love to gain« Releas'd from all their earthly cares,

Shall never seek in vain. “ They'll reign with him on high.” 2 Then why iament departed friends, HYMN 127.

(L. M.) Or shake at death's alarins ?

Death of an Infant.
Death's but the servant Jesus sends
To call us to his arms.

As the sweet flow's that scents the 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, Death hath no sting beside ;

But withers in the rising day; The law gave sin its strength and power;

Thus lovely was this infant's dawn But Christ, our ransom, died!

Thus swiftly fled its life away. 4 The graves of all his saints he bless’d, 2 It died ere its expanding soul When in the grave he lay ;

Had ever burnt with wrong desires, And, rising thence, their hopes he rais'a Had ever spurn’d at heaven's control, To everlasting day!

Or ever quench'd its sacred fires, 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, 3 It died to sin, it died to cares, To Christ, our life, we'll sing,

But for a moment felt the rod : " Where is thy victory, O grave? O nourner! such, the Lord declares,

“ And where, o death, tiny sting?" Such are the children of our God

(s. M.,

VIJI. INVITATION AND HYMN 131.
WARNING.

Rev. xxii. 17,20

THE Spirit, in our hearts,
HYMN 128. (III 1.)

Is whisp'ring, sinner, come;
S
INNERS, 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! Why, ye thankless creatures, why

3 Yes, whosoever will, Will ye cross his love, and die?

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! Wili ye slight his grace, and die?

HYMN 132.

(C. M.) 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? YE 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 bis guardian care, Will ye still refuse to live?

In him we live and move ; O, ye dying sinners, why,

But nobler benefits declare
Why will ye for ever die ?

The wonders of his love.
HYMN 129. (III. 1.) 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms;
HASTEN, sinner, to be wise ;
Stay not for the morrow's sun :

'Tis here he makes his goodness known Wisdom, if you still despise,

In its diviner forms. Harder is it to be won.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,

'Tis here our hope relies; 2 Hasten, mercy to implore ; Stay not for the morrow's sun ;

A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.

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
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Can render equal praise.
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

IX.

CHRISTIAN DUTIES HYMN 130. (II. 3.)

AND AFFECTIONS. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plain

PRAYER.

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 :

; Behold, the precious halm is found, There humbly fall before his feet, To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound. For none can perisithere. 2 Come, freely come, hy sin opprest,

2 Thy promise is iny only plea, On Jesus cast thy weighty load;

With this I ventaire nigh; In him thy refuge find, thy rest,

Thou callest buden' souls to thee, Safe in the mercy of thy God:

And such, O Lord, an 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 press'd,

By war without, and fear within, And let a wretch come near thy thmne I come to thee for rest.

To plead the merits of thy Son. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place ; 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, That, shelter'd near thy side,

Is all the sacrifice I bring; I may my tierce accuser face, The God of grace will ne'er despise

And tell him, " Thou hast died.” A broken heart for sacrifice. 50 wondrous love! to bleed and die, 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, To bear the cross and shame,

And owns thy dreadful sentence just, That guilty sinners, such as I,

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, Might plead thy gracious name. And save the soul condeinu'd to die. HYMN 134.

(C. M.)

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,

Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace. PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 1'11 deal them to my saviour's blood,

And they shall praise a pard’ning God The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast.

18 O may thy love inspire my tongue,

Salvation shall be all my song: 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear;

And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The upward glancing of an eye,

The Lord, my strength and righteousness When none but God is near

HYMN 136.

(L. M.)

TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;

Though I have done theesuch despite; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach Nor cast the sinner quite away, The majesty on high.

Nor take thine everlasting flight. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 2 Though I have most unfaithful been, The Christian's native air,

And long in vain thy grace receiv’d; The watch-word at the gates of death ;

Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, He enters heaven with prayer.

Ten thousand times thy goodness

griev'd; 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

In honour of my great High Priest; And cry, “ Beirold, he prays!”

Nor in thy righteous anger swear,

T'exclude me from thy people's rest 6 In prayer, on eartii, the saints are one ; 4 My weary soul, O God, release;

They're one in word and mind; When with the Fatier and the Son,

Uphold me with tly gracious hand,

Guide me into thy perfect peace, Sweet fellowship they find.

And bring me to the promis'd land. 70 thou, by whom we come to Cod,

HYMN 137. (L. M.) The life, the truth, the way,

O

THAT The path of prayer thyself hast trod;

my

load of sin were gone! Lord, teach us how to pray!

O that I could at last subinit,

At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
REPENTANCE.

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet !
HYMN 135.

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;
(L. M.)

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Though all my crimes before thee lie,

And stamp thine image on my heart Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book.

3 I reak off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free; 2 Create my nature pure within, I cannot rest, till pure within, And form my soul averse to sin :

Till I am wholly lost in thee. Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Nor hide thy presence froin my heart.

Thy light and easy burden prove, 3 I cannot live without thy light, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: The labour of thy dying love. Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r, And guaru ine that I fall no more.

My heart from every sin release; 1 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, ?'hy help and comfort still aiford : And fill me with thy perfect peace.

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2 Thy tears are dry’d, thy griefs are fled, O the fears of guilt and we

HYMN 138. (C. M.) 15 By faith, we pass the vale of tears

safe and serene, though oft distress'd; Penitential Gratitude. RISE, O my soul, the hours review, By faith, subdue the king of fears,

And go rejoicing to our rest.
When, aw'd by guilt and fear,

HYMN 141.

(C. M.) To heaven for grace thou durst not sue,

Rom. viii. 31-34. And found no rescue here:

LET dispel Dispellid each bitter care;

If God be for us, God the Lord, For heaven itself has lent its aid

Who, who shall be our foe? To save thee from despair.

2 He who his only Son gave up 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, To death, that we might live,

And, from thy mercy's throne, Shall he not all things freely grant, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, That boundless love can give ! And to resist mine own:

3 Who now his people shall accuse : 4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ 'Tis God hath justified : Thy mercy to adore;

Who now his people shall condemn? While heaven itself proclaims with joy~ The Lamb of God hath died. - One pardon'd sinner more !" 4 And he who died hath ris'n again,

Triumphant, from the grave:
FAITH.

At God's right hand for us he pleads, HYMN 139.

(III. 2.) Omnipotent to save. OCK of ages! cleft for me,

HYMN 142. (C. M.) ;

Dead Faith. Let the water and the blood,

D

ELUDED souls ! that dream of Froin thy side, a healing flood,

heaven, Be of sin the double cure,

And make their empty boast Save from wrath, and make me pure.

Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,

While they are slaves to lust! 2 Should my tears for ever flow, Should my zeal no languor know,

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, This for sin could not atone,

If faith be cold and dead; Tholi must save, and thou alone;

None but a living power unites In my hand no price I bring,

To Christ, the living Head. Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 The faith which new-creates the heart 3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

And works by active love, When mine eye-lids ciose in death,

Will bid all sinful joys depart, When I rise to worlds unknown,

And lift the thoughts above. And behold thee on thy throne,– 4 God from the curse has set us free Rock of ages! cleft for me,

To make us pure within ;
Let me hide myself in thee !

Nor did he send his Son to be
HYMN 140. (L. M.)

The minister of sin.
HYMN 143.

(III. 1.) Of things unseen by mortal eye ;

Christ our Refuge. It passes all the bounds of sense, JESUS, Saviour of my soul, And penetrates the innost sky.

Let me to thy bosom fiy, 2 Things absent it can set in view,

While the waves of trouble roll, And bring far distant prospects home ; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

While the tempest still is high : Events long past it can renew,

Till the storm of life is past; And long foresee the things to come.

Safe into the haven guide;
3 With strong persuasion, from afar O, receive my soul at last'

The heavenly region it surveys, 2 Other refuge have I none,
Embraces all the blessings there,
And here enjoys the promises

Hangs my helpless soul on thee :

Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 4 By faith a steady course we steer, Still su; pori and comfort me: Through ruilling stornis and swelling All my trust on thee is stay'd, seas,

All my hope from thee I bring; O'ercome the work, keep down our fear, Cover my dietenceless head

And still possess our souls in peace. Widt he shadow of thy wing.

JYMN 144. (IV. 4.) 12 We are trav'lling home to God HOW firma foundation, ye saints of in the way the fathers trod

They are happy now, and we Islaid for your táith in his excellent word: Soon their happiness shall see What more can he say than to you he 3 Banish'd once, by sin betray’d, hath said,

Christ our advocate was made ; You who unto Jesus for refuge have fiel: Pardon'd now, no more we roar, 2 - Fear not, I am with thee, O be not Christ conducts us to our home. dismay'd,

4 Lord, obediently we'll go, "I, I am thy God, and will still give Gladly leaving all below;

thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and And we still will follow thee.

Only thou our leader be, cause thee to stand, “ Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent

HYMN 147.

(C. M ) hand.

WH

VHEN I can read my title clear 3“When through the deep waters I call

To mansions in the skies, thee to go,

I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, " The rivers of woshall not thee overflow;

And wipe my weeping eyes. “ For I will be with thee thy troubles tó 2 Should earth against my soul engage bless,

And fiery darts be huri'd, "And sanctify totheethy deepest distress. Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 4" When through fiery trials thy path

And face a frowning world. way shall lie,

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come “My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy Let storms of sorrow fall; supply;

So I but safely reach my home, “ The fame shall not burt thee, I only My God, my heaven, my all :

design “ Thy dross to consume, and thy gola 4 There, anchord safe, my weary soul to refine.

Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll 5 “The soul that to Jesus hath fled for

Across my peaceful breast. repose, "I will not, I will not desert to his foes ;

JOY. “ That soul, though all hell shall en

HYMN 148. deavour to shake,

(C. M.) " I'll never, no, never—no, never for- JOY is a truit that will not grow ."

In nature's barren soil;

All we can boast, till Christ we know
HOPE.

Is vanity and toil.
HYMN 145.

2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, RISE, my soul,

and stretch thy wings, A sense of pard’ning love, Thy better portion trace ;

A hope that triumphs over death,Rise, from transitory things,

Give joys like those above. Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place : 3 These are the joys which satisfy Sun and moon, and stars decay,

And purify the mind; Time shall soon this earth remove

ve; Which make the spirit mount on high, Rise, my soul, and haste away

And leave the world behind. To seats prepar'd above.

4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot, 2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize ;

O, thou who art the Lord's,

Resign to those who know him not, Soon thy Saviour will return, To take thee to the skies :

Such joy as earth affords. There, is everlasting peace,

HYMN 149. (S. M.) Rest, enduring rest, in heaven; COME, ye that love the Lord, There, will sorrow ever cease,

And let your joys be known;
And crowns of joy be giv'n. Join in a song with sweet accord,
HYMN 146. (III. 1.)

And thus surround the throne.
CHI
HILDREN of the heavenly King, 2 Let those refuse to sing
As we journey, let us sing;

That never knew our God,
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise, But children of the heavenly King
Glorious in his works and ways.

May speak their joys abroad.

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