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, -3 The faith that unites to the Lamb, 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. -Great spring of comfort, life, and light? | Preciousness of Faith. Eph.ii,8. 2Pet.i,k. 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, 2 Jesus it owns as King, 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, Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son, 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, 2 No fears he feels-he sees no foes- e 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting; HYMN 47. C. M. CoWPBR. Comforts, True and False. 1 GOD, whose favourable eye e 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose, -3 Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who, while they boast their light, e 4 Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep,' Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, If sinners love the Saviour's name; 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, 2 Asham'd of Jesus!-sooner far 3 Asham'd of Jesus!-that dear friend 4 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I may— 5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,) -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 IS a point I long to know, e Do I love the Lord, or no? 2 If I love, why am I thus? 3 Could my heart so hard remain, e 4 When I turn my eyes within, 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, 2 With me, if of old thou hast strove, 3 If when I have put thee to grief, 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, e 4 Instead of this, he made me feel a 5 Yea, more with his own hand he 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. 1 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, EAR Jesus, when, when shall it be, 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! e 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die-- 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 e 5 How short the joys thy visits give! -6 Great God, assist me thro' the fight, |