3

And bid him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes his brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by,

5

6

When Christ was sent with pardon down To rebels doom'd to die.

Now, sinners, dry your tears,

Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.

Lord, we obey thy call;

We lay a humble claim

To the salvation thou hast brought,
And love and praise thy name.

HYMN CXLII. John Ix. 4. (L. M.)
1 AWAKE, my zeal, awake, my love,
To serve my Saviour here below,
In works which perfect saints above
And holy angels cannot do.

2 Awake, my charity, to feed

The hungry soul, and clothe the poor:
In heav'n are found no sons of need;
There all these duties are no more.
3 Subdue thy passions, O my soul!
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue;
Daily thy rising sins controul,
And be thy vict'ries ever new.

4 The land of triumph lies on high;
There are no foes t' encounter there:

Lord, I would conquer till I die,
And finish all the glorious war.
5 Let every flying hour confess,
I gain thy gospel fresh renown:
And when my life and labours cease,
May I possess the promis'd crown!

HYMN CXLIII. John X. 11-16. (L. M.) 1 JESUS, the Shepherd of the sheep, Thy little flock in safety keep;

The flock, for which thou cam'st from heav'n,

The flock, for which thy life was giv'n. 2 Thou saw'st them wand'ring far from thee, Secure as if from danger free:

Thy love did all their wand'rings trace,
And bring them to a wealthy place.
3 O guard thy sheep from beasts of prey,
And keep them that they never stray :
Cherish the young, sustain the old;
Let none be feeble in thy fold.

4 Secure them from the scorching beam,
And lead them to the living stream:
In verdant pastures let them lie,

And watch them with a Shepherd's eye.

5 Lord, bring thy sheep that wander yet,
And let the number be complete!
Oh, may they all discern thy voice,
And in its sacred sound rejoice!

HYMN CXLIV. John XIX. 30. (P. M. Sicilian.} "IT is finish'd!" Sinners, hear it;

'Tis the dying Victor's cry:

"It is finish'd!" Angels, bear it,

Bear the joyful truth on high!

"It is finish'd!"

Tell it through the earth and sky!
2 Hear the Lord himself declaring
All perform'd, he came to do:
Sinners, in yourselves despairing,
This is joyful news to you';
Jesus speaks it,

His are faithful words and true.
3 Crown the mighty Conqu'ror, crown him,
Who his people's foes o'ercame!
In the highest heav'n enthrone him!
Men and angels, sound his fame!
Hallelujah!

Glory to Immanuel's name!

HYMN CXLV. Rom. 1. 4. (L. M.) 1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive! Behold, the dead awake and live! The dumb speak wonders, and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name. 2 Thus does th' eternal Spirit own And seal the mission of the Son; The Father vindicates his cause, While he hangs bleeding on the cross. 3 He dies; the heav'ns in mourning stood: He rises, and appears a God! Behold the Lord ascending high, No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence and for ever from my heart I bid my doubts and fears depart; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine.

HYMN CXLVI. Rom. 1. 16. (L. M.) 1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do, That seeks relief for all his woe?

Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind? 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv❜n, Or form our natures fit for heav'n? Can souls all o'er defil'd with sin Make their own powers & passions clean? 3 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh; 'Tis there such power and glory dwell, As saves rebellious souls from hell. 4 This is the pillar of our hope,

That bears our fainting spirits up:
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

HYMN CXLVII. Rom. 1. 16-17. (L. M.) 1 NoT by the laws of innocence

Can Adam's sons arrive at heav'n :
New works can give,us no pretence
To have our ancient sins forgiv'n.

2 Not the best deeds that we have done,
Can make a wounded conscience whole :
Faith is the grace, and faith alone,
That flies to Christ, and saves the soul.
3 Lord, I believe thy heav'nly word;
Fain would I have my soul renew'd:
I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord
To have it pardon'd and subdued.
4 Oh, may thy grace its power display;
Let guilt and death no longer reign:
Save me in thine appointed way,
Nor let my humble faith be vain!

HYMN CXLVIII. Rom. II. 4. (L. M.)

1 GOD over all! the sun by day Reveals thy glory in his light :

"It is finish'd!"

Tell it through the earth and sky!
2 Hear the Lord himself declaring
All perform'd, he came to do:
Sinners, in yourselves despairing,
This is joyful news to you;
Jesus speaks it,

His are faithful words and true.
3 Crown the mighty Conqu'ror, crown him,
Who his people's foes o'ercame!
In the highest heav'n enthrone him! A
Men and angels, sound his fame!
Hallelujah!

Glory to Immanuel's name! A

HYMN CXLV. Rom. 1. 4. (L. M.)
BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive!
Behold, the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
2 Thus does th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

the heav'ns in mourning stood:
ppears a God!
scending high,