I HY MN XXVI. Repentance, and Faith in Chrift. Pfalm li. O Thou that hear'ft when finners cry, 2 Create my nature pure within, 3 I cannot live without thy light, 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, 5 Oh may thy love infpire my tongue, HYMN XXVII. Chrift's Compaffion for the Tempted, Heb. iv. 15, 16. Matt. xii. 20. I WITH joy we meditate the grace 2 Touch'd 2 Touch'd with a fympathy within, 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, 4. He'll never quench the fmaaking flax, 5 Then let our humble faith address I HYMN XXVIII. Humiliation. 1 Peter v. 6. 1 CEE, gracious God, before thy Throne Thy mourning people bend! 'Tis on thy fov'reign grace alone Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand, Yet mercy fpares this guilty land, 3 Great 3 Great God, and why is Britain spar'd, Oh make thy awful warnings heard, 4 What num'rous crimes increasing rise, 5 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, 6 Regardless of thy fmile or frown, And fink with gay indifference down 7 Oh turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, By thy abundant grace; Then fhall our hearts obey thy word, And humbly feek thy face. 8 Then, fhould infulting foes invade, Secure of never-failing aid, HYMN XXIX. Peace prayed for. N Britain, long a favour'd ifle, ON Now overwhelm'd with guilt and shame, Deign Deign, mighty God, once more to smile; 2 Let peace defcend with balmy wing, And commerce lift it's fainting head: 3 Let the loud cannon cease to roary The warlike trump no longer found; 4 Let hoftile troops drop from their hands 5 Thus fave, O Lord, a finking land, Millions of tongues fhall then adore, Refound the honours of thy name, And spread thy praise from fhore to shore. I HYMN XXX. There was darkness, &c. Matt. xxviii. 45. A LAS! and did my. Saviour bleed? - Would he devote that facred head 2 Was it for crimes that I had done 3 Well might the fun in darkness hide, When Chrift, the mighty Maker, dy'd 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears; Diffolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay HYMN XXXI. The Vail of the Temple was rent. I B Matt. xxvii. 51. EHOLD the Saviour of mankind To bleed and die for thee! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, The temple's vail in funder breaks, 3 'Tis done! the precious ran fom's paid, "Receive my foul," he cries! See, where he bows his facred head! He bows his head and dies. |