e Where, (I said in deep distress,) Will these sinful pleasures end? How shall I secure my peace,

And make the Lord my friend?

-2 Friends and ministers said much, The gospel to enforce;

e But my blindness still was such, I chose a legal course:

Much I fasted, wash'd, and strove, Scarce would shew my face abroad, e Fear'd, almost, to speak or moveA stranger still to God.

-5 Thus afraid to trust his grace, Long time did I rebel;

e Till despairing of my case,

Down at his teet I fell:

o Then my stubborn heart he broke, And subdu'd me to his sway;

d

el

By a simple word he spoke"Thy sins are done away."

AMSTERDAM.

HYMN 41. L. M.

The happy Change.

N sin by blinded passions led,

In search of fancied good we range; The paths of disappointment tread, To nothing fix'd-but love of change.

E moment a sinner believes, And trusts in his crucified God, o His pardon at once he receivesRedemption in full through his blood.

o 2 Tho' thousands and thousands of foes, Against him in malice unite

Their rage he, thro' Christ, can oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.

-3 The faith that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than mere fancy, or name--
d The work of God's Spirit it is.

o 4 It treads on the world, and on hell, It vanquishes death and despair;

e And what is still stranger to tell, d It overcomes heav'n by prayer.

o 5 It says to the mountains, "Depart," That stand betwixt God and the soul; e It binds up the broken in heart, And makes wounded consciences whole-

-6 Bids sins of a crimson-like dye Be spotless as snow and as white; o And raises the sinner on high, To dwell with the angels of light. DISMISSION.

HYMN 44. S. M. BEDDOME.

3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh;

'Tis he sustains my fainting heart;

1 is a precious grace, Where'er it is bestow

It boasts of a celestial birth,
And is the gift of God.

2 Jesus it owns as King,
An all-atoning Priest;
It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ.

3 To him it leads the soul, When fill'd with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness.

4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free,

Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son,
To work this faith in me.

PECKHAM.

HYMN 45. C. M. NEEDHAM.

Faith encouraged by ancient Example. Heb. xi, 13.

01 ISE, O my soul, pursue the path, By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men,

Who liv'd and walk'd with God.

-2 Tho' dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give.

3'Twas thro' the Lamb's most precious They conquer'd ev'ry foe; [blood, And to his pow'r and matchless grace, Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view, The patterns thou hast giv'nAnd ne'er forsake the blessed road, That led them safe to heav'n.

ARUNDEL.

HYMN 46. L. M. COWPER.

TH

The New Convert.

1HE new-born child of gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,

Beneath EMMANUEL'S shining face,
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.

2 No fears he feels-he sees no foes-
No conflict yet his faith employs;
Nor has he learn'd to whom he owes,
The strength and peace his soul enjoys.

e 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting;
And, comforts sinking day by day,
What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.

HYMN 47. C. M. CoWPBR.

Comforts, True and False.

1 GOD, whose favourable eye
The sin-sick soui revives,
Holy and heav'nly is the joy,
Thy shining presence gives,

e 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who with a graceless heart,
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose
Prepar'd by Satan's art.

-3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light,
And seem'd to soar above the stars,
Are plunging into aight.

e 4 Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep,'
They sin, and yet rejoice;
e Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,
Would they not hear his voice!

Zeal has attain'd its highest aim,
Its end is satisfy'd,

If sinners love the Saviour's name;
Nor seeks it ought beside.

5 But self, however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view; And says, as boasting Jehu ery'd, "Come, see what I can do."

-6 Self may its poor reward obtain, And be applauded here;

But zeal the best applause will gain, When Jesus shall appear.

7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.
MEAR.

2 Asham'd of Jesus!-sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Asham'd of Jesus!-that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

4 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I may—
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!
TRURO.

-2 Shine, Lord, and my terrour shall The blood of atonement apply; [cease, And lead me to Jesus for peace, The rock that is higher than I: ⚫ Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice, Thy presence is fair to behold; -Attend to my sorrows and cries, e My groanings that cannot be told.

-3 If sometimes I strive as I mourn, My hold on th promise to keep, . The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep: -While harass'd and cast from thy sight, The tempter suggests with a roar, d "The Lord has forsaken thee quite; "Thy God will be gracious no more.'

e 4 Yet, Lord, if thy love has design'd
No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some pleasure in waiting for thee?

IS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought:

e Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.

3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove
Ev'ry trifle give me pain→→→→
If I knew a Saviour's love?

e 4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin-
Can I deem myself a child?

5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixed with all I do; d You who love the Lord indeed, Tell me is it so with you!

o 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all!

7 Could ! joy his saints to meet, Choose the ways I once abhorr'd→→ Find, at times, the promise sweet, If I did not love the Lord?

The sense of redemption to give,
And sprinkle his heart with the blood.

2 With me, if of old thou hast strove,
And kindly withheld me from sin;
Resolv'd by the strength of thy love,
My worthiess affectious to win;
The work of thy mercy revive,
Invincible mercy exert,
And keep my weak graces alive,
And set up thy rest in my heart.

3 If when I have put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy goodness has been my relief,
And lifted me up as I mourn'd;
O Spirit of pity and grace,
Relieve me again and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,

To fall, and to grieve thee, no more.

e If now I lament after God,

And pant for a taste of his love,e If Jesus, who pour'd out his blood, Obtain'd me a mansion above;-Come, heavenly Comforter, come; Sweet witness of mercy divine! • And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine.

DISMISSION.

3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour,
At once he'd answer my request;
And by his love's constraining pow'r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

e 4 Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry pow'rs of hell
Assault my soul in ev'ry part.

a 5 Yea, more with his own hand he
Intent to aggravate my we;
[seem'd,
Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

e 6 Lord, why is this? I trembling cry'd: Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? d"Tis in this way (the Lord reply'd,)

"I answer pray'r for grace and faith.

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7 "These inward trials I employ, "From self, and pride, to set thee free, "And break thy schemes of earthly joy "That thou may'st seek thy all in me." SICILIAN.

HYMN 57. L. M. DORRINGTON,
Inconstancy lamented.

EAR Jesus, when, when shall it be,
That I no more shall break with
thee?
When will this war of passion cease,
And I enjoy a lasting peace?

e 2 Here I repent, and sin again, Sometimes revive, sometimes am slain; Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, oh! too often wounds my heart.

-3 When,gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in theeo The fulness of thy promise prove, And feast on thine eternal love? PLEYEL'S.

Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Not this can reign, nor that prevail,
Tho' each by turns my heart assail.

e 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die--
o Now raise my songs of triumph high;
o Sing a rebellious passion slaiu,
e Or mourn to feel it live again.

o 3 One happy hour beholds me rise, Borne upwards to my native skies; When faith assists my soaring flight, To realms of joy, and worlds of light.

e 4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll
Ere earth reclaims my captive soul;
-I feel its sympathetic force, [course,
And headlong urge my downward

e 5 How short the joys thy visits give!
How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve!
What clouds obscure my rising sun,
Or interrupt its rays at noon!

-6 Great God, assist me thro' the fight,
Make me to triumph in thy might;
Thou the desponding heart canst raise,
The viet'ry mine-and thine the praise.
BATH.