The Beatitudes. Matt. v, 2-12.

HYMN 102. L. M.

1 LEST are the humble souls who

see

Then emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are giv❜n,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.

a 2 Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows
A healing balm for all their woes.

e 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; o God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.

Blest are the souls who thirst for grace, Hanger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supply'd and fed With living streams and living bread.

a5 Blest are the men, whose bowels move,
And melt with sympathy and love;
-From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

e 6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are
From the defiling pow'r of sin; [clean
With endless pleasure, they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

e 7 Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

-8 Blest are the suff'rers, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; 2 Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; g Glory and joy are their reward. GREEN'S. PORTUGAL.

HYMN 10S. C. M.

Not ashamed of the Gospel. 2 Tim. i, 12.
0 1 'M not asham'd to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause;
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.

e 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name,-
His name is all my trust:
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

g 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure,

What I've committed to his hands, "Till the decisive hour.

Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face;

And in the new Jerusalem

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ECEIV'D by subtle snares of hell,

Adam our heal, our father fell!
When Satan in the serpent hid,
Propos'd the fruit that God forbid.

e 2Death was the threat'ning; death began
To take possession of the man:
His unborn race receiv'd the wound,
And heavy curses smote the ground.

-3 But Satan found a worse reward; Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord, "Let everlasting hatred be

Betwixt the woman's Seed and thee.

4"The woman's Seed shall be my Son,
He shall destroy what thou hast done:
Shall break thy head, and only feel
Thy malice raging at his heel."

-5He spake-and bid four thousand years Roll on; at length his Son appears; s Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth.

P Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; -But as he hung 'twist earth and skies, • He gave their prince a fatal blow, u And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs below. ARMLEY.

HYMN 109. L. M.

The Value of CHRIST and his Righteousness. Phil. iii, 7, 8, 9.

1

more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son.

2 Now for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain, I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

3 Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake;
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!

4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.
PORTUGAL. ARMLEY,

HYMN 110. C. M.

Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v, 1, 5, 8.

o 1 HERE is a house, not made with
Eternal, and on high; [hands,
e And here my spirit waiting stands,
"Till God shall bid it fly.

e 2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall;
s Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.

-3 'Tis he by his almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heav'n; And as an earnest of the place, Has his own Spirit giv'n.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon his word;

e But while the body is our home, We're absent from the Lord.

-5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see;

o We would be absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee. YORK. CANTERBURY.

HYMN 111. C. M.

Salvation by Grace. Titus iii, 3, 7.

e 1 [ 1[ORD, we confess our numerous aults,

How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sim.