. 6 Stung by the scorpion, sin, My poor expiring soul The balmy sound drinks in, And is at once made whole : See there my Lord upon the tree! I hear, I feel he died for me. 6 O unexampled love! O all-redeeming grace! How swiftly didst thou move To save a fallen race; What shall I do to make it known, What thou for all mankind hast done? 70 for a trumpet-voice, On all the world to call! HYMN 35. [c. M.] JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord, Thy blessing we implore. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save 3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize 4 Appear, as when of old confest, And let them see thee in thy vest, s The hardness from their hearts remove, 6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree, Thy hands stretch'd out they all may see, To take thy murderers in. 7 Thy side an open fountain is, Where all may freely go, And drink the living streams of bliss, Ready thou art the blood to' apply, And all thy wounds to sinners cry, 1 OVERS of pleasure more than God, Swearers for you he spilt his blood, 2 Misers, his life for you he paid, 3 The God of love to earth he came, 4 Believe in him that died for thee! Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free 1 HYMN 37. [c. M.] JESUS, the Name high over all, In hell, or earth, or sky! 2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear, Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, Power into strengthless souls it speaks, 40 that the world might taste and see 6 His only righteousness I show, Happy, if with my latest breath, HYMN 88. [o lines 8's.] 1 LOGOD, of good the' anfathom❜d Sea! Who would not give his heart to thee?. [might? Who would not love thee with his O Jesus, lover of mankind! Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength to thee unite? 2 Thou shin'st with everlasting rays; Before the' insufferable blaze Angels with both wings veil their eyes; Yet free as air thy bounty streams On all thy works, thy mercy's beams Diffusive, as thy sun's, arise. :Astonish'd at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars, bow: Terrible majesty is thine! Who then can that vast love express, Which bows thee down to me, who less Than nothing am, 'till thou art mine! 4 High thron'd on heaven's eternal hill, In number, weight, and measure still Thou sweetly order'st all that is: And yet thou deign'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I with thee Enthron'd, may reign in endless bliss. s Fountain of Good! all blessing flows From thee; no want thy fulness knows : What but thyself canst thou desire? Yes; self-sufficient as thou art, Thou dost desire my worthless heart: This, only this dost thou require. 6 Primeval beauty! in thy sight, The first-born fairest sons of light, See all their brightest glories fade: What then to me thine eyes could turn. In sin conceiv'd, of woman born, A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade! Hell's armies tremble at thy nod, And trembling own the' Almighty God! Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky! But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll'd in blood appear Tis God made man, for man to din 8 O God, of good the' unfathom'd Sea! Who would not give his heart to thee? Who would not love thee with his might? 1 O Jesus, lover of mankind, Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength to thee unite? HYMN 39. [L. M.] FATHER, whose everlasting love, Thy only Son for sinners gave, Whose grace to all did freely move, And sent him down a world to save: 2 Help us thy mercy to extol, Immense, unfathom'd, unconfin'd; To praise the Lamb who died for all, The general saviour of mankind: 3 Thy undistinguishing regard Was cast on Adam's fallen race: For all thou hast in Christ prepar'd Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace. 4 A world He suffer'd to redeem; For all he hath the' atonement made: For those that will not come to him, The ransom of his life was paid. 5 Why then, thou Universal Love, Should any of thy grace despair? To all, to all, thy bowels move, But straiten'd in our own we are. 6 Arise, O God, maintain thy cause! The fulness of the Gentiles call: Lift up the standard of thy cross, And all shall own thou died'st for all. [10's & 11's.] HYMN 40. E neighbours and friends, To Jesus draw near, e condescends, By titles so dear, |