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Bethesda's* bath refused to save,
2 With troubles worn, with pain oppressid, Unless an angel bless'd the wave.
to thee I cry'd, and thou didst save ; 3 All medicines act by thy decree,
Thou didst support my sinking hopes, Receive commission all from thee:
my life didst rescue from the grave. And not a plant which spreads the plains, 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, But teems with health, when heaven ordains. with me sing praises to the Lord; 4 Clay and Siloam's t pool, we find,
Call all his goodness to your mind, At heaven's command restored the blind;
and all his faithfulness record. And Jordan'st waters hence were seen 4 His anger is but short ; his love, To wash a Syrian leper clean.
which is our life, hath certain stay; 5 But grant me nobler favours still,
Grief may continue for a night, Grant me to know and do thy will;
but joy returns with rising day! Purge my foul soul from every stain,
5 Then what I vow'd in my distress, And save me from eternal pain.
in happier hours I now will give, 6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue?
And strive, that in my grateful verse My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
his praises may for ever live. Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer, 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, And pour the horrors of despair.
the blest and undivided Three, 7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs,
The one sole Giver of all life, My tortured breast, my streaming eyes ;
glory and praise for ever be. To me thy boundless love extend,
HYMN 25. My God, my Father, and my Friend.
Funeral Consolations. 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, HEAR what the voice from heaven declares Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed; His blood procures for human race
“ Released from all their earthly cares, Admittance to the throne of grace.
“they reign with him on high." 9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart, 2 Then why lament departed friends, And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,
or shake at death's alarms? His blood is all-sufficient found
Death's but the servant Jesus sends To draw the shaft and heal the wound.
to call us to his arms. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ? 3 If sin be pardon'd we're secure, What venom gives such pain within ?
death hath no sting beside ; Thou great Physician of the soul,
The law gave sin its strength and power, Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole, but Christ, our ransom, died ! 11 O! if I trust thy sovereign skill,
4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And bow submissive to thy will,
when in the grave he lay; Sickness and death shall both agree
And, rising thence, their hopes he raised To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.
to everlasting day! HYMN 23.
6 Then joyfully, while life we have, On Recovery from Sickness.
to Christ, our life, we'll sing, WHEN we are raised from deep distress, “ Where is thy victory, O grave ?
" and where, o death, thy sting" We take the pattern of our praise
HYMN 26 from Hezekiah’sg tongue.
Christ's Commission to preach the Gospe.. St. Matt. 2 The gates of the devouring grave
Chapter. a. are open'd wide in vain,
O forth, ye Heralds, in my name, If he that holds the keys of death command them fast again.
The glorious Jubilee proclaim, 3 When he but speaks the healing word,
where'er the human race is found. then no disease withstands;
2 The joyful news to all impart, Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
and teach them where salvation lies; and fly, as he commands.
With care bind up the broken heart, 4 If half the strings of life should break,
and wipe the tears from weeping eyes. he can our framne restore,
3 Be wise as serpents where you go, And cast our sins behind his back,
but harmless as the peaceful dove, and they are found no more.
And let your heaven-taught conduct show 5 To him I cry'd, " Thy servant save,
that ye're commission'd from above. “Thou ever good and just;
4 Freely from me ye have received, " Thy power can rescue from the grave; freely, in love, to others give ; Thy power is all my trust !"
Thus shall your doctrines be believed, 6 He heard, and saved my soul from death,
and, by your labours, sinners live. and dry'd my falling tears :
HYMN 27. Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, The same Commission, from St. Mark svi. 15, Sc. through my remaining years.
and from St. Matt. xxiii. 18, fr. HYMN 24.
G O preach my Gospel,” saith the Lord, On the same.
"bid the whole earth iny grace receive;
“ Explain to them my sacred Word, My thee i'll extol with thankful voice;
“ bid them believe, obey, and live. Restored by thine Almighty power,
2 “ I'll make my great commission known, with fear before thee t'll rejoice.
" and ye shall prove my Gospel true, * John v. 4. John iz. 7. 12 Kings v. 10.
$ Isaiah" By all the works that I have done, DUI. 9, &c.
" and all the wonders ye shall do.
3 “Go beal the sick, go raise the dead, " All power is trusted in my hands; " go cast out devils in my name ;
“I can destroy, and can defend." “ Nor let my Prophets be afraid, [pheme. 6 He spake, and light shone round his head “though Greeks reproach, and Jews blas
on a bright cloud to heaven he rode ; 4 “ While thus ye follow my commands, They to the farthest nations spread
“ I'm with you till the world shall end; the grace of their ascended God.
A solemn darkness veils the skies !
A sudden trembling shakes the ground! The Coming and Office of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19. 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two HARe Saviour promised
coney ARK!the glad sound, the Saviour comes, For him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you, Let every heart prepare a throne,
A thousand drops of richer blood! and every voice a song.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! 2 On him the spirit, largely pour'd,
The Lord of glory dies for men ! exerts his sacred fire ;
But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Wisdom and might, and zeal and love Jesus, the dead, revives again! his holy breast inspire.
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! 3 He comes, the prisoners to release, Up to his Father's court he flies; in Satan's bondage held,
Cherubic legions guard him home, The gates of brass before him burst,
And shout him welcome to the skies! the iron fetters yield.
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice How high our great Deliverer reigns ; to clear the mental ray;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And on the eyes oppress'd' with night, And led the tyrant death in chains ! to pour celestial day.
6 Say, “Live for ever, glorious King, 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, “ Born to redeem, instruct and save 16 the bleeding soul to cure,
Then ask—“death, where is thy sting! And with the treasures of his grace,
“ And where thy victory, O grave !" to enrich the humble poor.
HYMN 31. 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
ASCENSION thy welcome shall proclaim;
Christ's Ascension. Psalm xxiv. 7. And heaven's eternal arches ring
UR Lord is risen from the dead,
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
tion of Christ to Jews and Gentiles. Isa. v. 2, And angels chant the solemn lay;
“ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! HOW beauteous are their feet
“ Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
3 Loose all your bars of massy light, Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And wide unfold the radiant scene; and words of peace reveal !
He claims those mansions as his right, 2 How charming is their voice!
Receive the King of Glory in. how sweet their tidings are !
4.“Who is the King of Glory, who ?" « Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, “ he reigns and triumphs here."
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, 3 How happy are our ears
And Jesus is the conqueror's name. that hear this joyful sound,
5 Lo! his triumphant chariot waits, Which kings and prophets waited for,
And angels chant the solemn lay, and sought, but never found!
" Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 4 How blessed are our eyes
“ Ye everlasting doors, give way!" that see this heavenly light!
6 “Who is the King of Glory, who?" Prophets and kings desired it long,
The Lord of boundless power possest, but died without the sight!
The King of saints and angels too, 5 The watchmen join their voice,
God over all, for ever blest! and tuneful notes employ,
HYMN 32. Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
PENITENTIAL. and deserts learn the joy.
The Penitent's Supplication. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm
THOU that hear'st when sinnets cry, through all the earth abroad!
Though all my crimes before thee lie, Let every nation now behold
Behold them not with angry look, their Saviour and their God.
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
3 I cannot live without thy light,
12 Rest for my soul I long to find : Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And guard me that I fall no more.
and stamp thine image on my heart. 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sjn, Thy help and comfort still afford;
and fully set my spirit free; And let a wretch come near thy throne, I cannot rest, till pure within, To plead the merits of thy Son.
till I am wholly lost in thee. 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Is all the sacrifice I bring;
thy light and easy burden prove, The God of grace will ne'er despise
The cross, all staind with hallow'd blood, A broken heart for sacrifice.
the labour of thy dying love. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
5 I would; but thou must give the power ; And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
my heart from every sin release ; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
and fill me with thy perfect peace. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; 6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ; nor let thy chariot wheels delay; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
Appear in my poor heart, appear; And they shall praise a pardoning God. my God, my Saviour, come away! 80 may thy love inspire my tongue,
The Necessity of Renewing Grace.
TOW helpless guilty nature lies,
The heart unchanged can never rise
to happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
in paths of ruin stray : has wander'd from the Lord ! How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Reason debased can never find
the safe, the narrow way. forgetful of his word !
3 Can aught beneath a power divine 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, " Return;"
the stubborn will subdue ? dear Lord, and may I come!
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine My vile ingratitude I mourn ;
to form the heart anew. O take the wanderer home.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recall, 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
and upwards bid them rise; and bid my crimes remove?
And make the scales of error fall And shall a pardon'd rebel live
from reason's darken'd eyes. to speak thy wondrous love? 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
15 To chase the shades of death away,
and bid the sinner live! how glorious, how divine !
A beam of heaven, a vital ray, That can to life anu bliss restore
'tis thine alone to give. so vile a heart as mine.
6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, 6 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
and give them life divine ! dear Saviour, I adore ;
Then shall our passions and our powers, O keep me at thy sacred feet, and let me rove no more.
1 Almighty Lord, be thine.
Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41.
LAS, what hourly dangers rise ! The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 24.
what snares beset my way! Here row long, thou faithful God, shall I To heaven, O let me lift my eyes,
and hourly watch and pray. When shall the means of healing be
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, The channels of thy grace to me?
and melt in flowing tears! 2 Sinners on every side step in,
My weak resistance, ah, how vain! And wash away their pain and sin;
how strong my foes and fears! But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,
3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Still lie expiring at the pool.
my feeble efforts aid ; 3 Thou covenant-angel,swift come down, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, To-day thine own appointments crown; though trembling and afraid. Thy power into the means infuse,
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, And give them now their sacred use.
when foes and fears prevail; 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool,
And bear my fainting spirit up,
5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
or lure my feet aside,
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
my guardian and my guide. THAT my load of sin were gone! 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way,
and bid the tempter flee; At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
And let me never, never stray to lay my soul at Jesus' feet!
from happiness and thee.
Regardless of immortal joys,
and strangers to the skies! CON NOME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, inspire each lifeless tongue ;
they fade upon the sight; And let the joys of heaven impart their influence to our song:
And quickly will their brightest day
be lost in endless night. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
3 Their brightest day, alas! how vain! and discord there shall cease;
with conscious sighs we own; And perfect joy, and love sincere,
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, adorn the realms of peace.
o'ershade the smiling noon. 3 The soul from sin for ever free, shall mourn its power no more;
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly
above these gloomy shades, But, clothed in spotless purity,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky, redeeming love adore.
which sorrow ne'er invades! 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!) 5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, the exalted Saviour shines;
or reason's feeble ray, And beams ineffable delight
In ever blooming prospects rise, on all the heavenly minds,
unconscious of decay. 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb
6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, join in immortal songs;
to guide our upward aim! And endless honours to his name
With one reviving touch of thine employ their tuneful tongues.
our languid hearts inflame. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, our feeble notes inspire;
our ardent wishes rise Till in thy blissful courts above,
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring we join the angelic choir.
immortal in the skies.
The Christian's Confidence. and let our joys be known;
THEN I can read my title clear Join in a song with sweet accord, and thus surround the throne.
I'll bid farewell to every fear, 2 The sorrows of the mind
and wipe my weeping eyes. be banish'd from this place;
2 Should earth against my soul engage, Religion never was design'd
and fiery darts be burld, to make our pleasures less.
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 3 Let those refuse to sing
and face a frowning world. that never knew our God,
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, But favourites of the heavenly King
let storms of sorrow fall; may speak their joys abroad.
So I but safely reach my home, 4 The God that rules on high,
my God, my heaven, my all. and thunders when he please,
4 There I shall bathe my weary soul That rides upon the stormy sky,
in seas of heavenly rest, and manages the seas:
And not a wave of trouble roll 5 This awful God is ours,
across my peaceful breast. our Father and our love;
HYMN 42. He shall send down his heavenly powers
INVITING to carry us above.
Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. 4-6,10 6 There shall we see his face, and never, never sin ;
LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' ensure the great reward; There, from the rivers of his grace
And while the lamp holds out to burn, drink endless pleasures in.
The vilest sinner may return. 7 Yes, and before we rise
2 Life is the hour that God hath given to that immortal state,
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; The thoughts of such amazing bliss
The day of grace, and mortals may should constant joys create.
Secure the blessings of the day. 8 The men of grace have found
3 The living know that they must die; glory begun below:
But all the dead forgotten lie; Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
Their memory and their sense is gone, from faith and hope may grow.
Alike unknowing and unknown. 9 The hill of Sion yields
4 Their hatred and their love is lost, a thousand sacred sweets,
Their envy bury'd in the dust; Before we reach the heavenly fields
They have no share in all that's done or walk the golden streets.
Beneath the circuit of the sun. 10 Then let our songs abound,
5 Then what my thoughts design to do, and every tear be dry;
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
6 There are no acts of pardon past Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. In the cold grave to which we haste; TOW long shall earth's alluring toys But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.
LORY to thee, my God, this night,
Under thy own Almighty wings.
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done; 2 All nature owns bis guardian care,
That with the world, myself, and thee, in him we live and move;
1, ere I sleep, at peace may be. But nobler benefits declare
3 Teach me to live, that I the wonders of his love.
The grave as little as my bed; 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
Teach me to die, that so I may to ransom rebel worms;
Triumphing rise at the last day. 'Tis here he makes his goodness known
4 O may my soul on thee repose, in its diviner forms.
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close; 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, Sleep, that may me more vigorous make, 'tis here our hope relies;
To serve my God, when I awake.
5 When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply:
No powers of darkness me molest.
6 Let my blest guardian, while I sleep,
Close to my bed' his vigils keep; 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,'
Divine love into me instil,
Stop all the avenues of ill.
7 Thought to thought with my soul converse,
Celestial joys to me rehearse;
And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing to my God a grateful song.
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid, And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wandering, sheep we stray'd, 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs, Like you may on my God attend.
High as the heaven our voices raise ;
And earth,with her ten thousand tongues, 6 May I like you in God delight,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Praise to the Redeemer.
our Redeemer's glorious name
awake the sacred song!
O may his love (immortal flame!)
tune every heart and longue.
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach' 9 Direct, control, suggest this day,
what mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch
3 He left his radiant throne on high,
And came to earth to bleed and die !
was ever love like this?
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
our humble thanks to thee;