The moon and stars thy voice obey, And shew thy presence through the night. 2 Lord, to the humble and the poor, High as thou art, thy gifts descend : Their bread is giv'n, their water sure; Thou art their Father, thou their Friend. 3 Bow'd at thy footstool we confess, With grief and shame, our sin and guilt: O turn from our unrighteousness, And look on him whose blood was spilt: 4 On him, who bore thy chast'ning rod, That we might by his stripes be heal'd: He died for us, the Lamb of God! and our redemption seal'd. He rose, HYMN CXLIX. Rom. VII. 21-5. (c. M.) 1 WHAT vain desires, and passions vain, Attend this mortal clay! Oft have they pierc'd my soul with pain, 2 How have I wander'd from my God! 3 My spirit holds perpetual war, 4 Cheerful in death I close my eyes, And charge my flesh, whene'er it rise, 5 My purer spirit shall not fear Its tempting powers no more are there, HYMN CL. Rom. XI. 25-6. (P. M. Carey's.) 1 FATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear 3 Come, then, thou great Deliv'rer, come, 1 HYMN CLI. Rom. XII. 1. (s. M.) That off'ring, Lord, with joy we bring, 12 We own thy various claim; The willing victims of thy grace, 3 Desceud, celestial fire! So shall a grateful odour rise Through our Redeemer's name. HYMN CLII. 1 Cor. 1. 21-4. (L. M.) 1 THIS is the word of truth and love, Sent to the nations from above. Jehovah here resolves to shew, What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find, To heal diseases of the mind; This sov'reign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruin'd creature, man. 3 The gospel bids the dead revive; Sinners obey the voice and live: Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh, HYMN CLIII. 1 Cor. 1. 30. (L. M.) 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears, Till his atoning blood appears: Then we awake from deep distress, And sing "The Lord our Righteousness." 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin; His Spirit makes our natures clean: Such virtues from his suff'rings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains: He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness: Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. HYMN CLIV. 1 Cor. 11. 9-10. (c. M.) 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, 4 Those holy gates for ever bar None shall obtain admittance there, |