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3 Death is the wages I have earn'd,

The just desert of sin; Alas! my life is vile without,

And vile my heart within.
4 Oh! who can free my troubled mind

From sin's oppressive load ?
O wretched man ! how shall I find

Acceptance with my God?
5 My soul with transport turns to Thee,

To Thee, my Saviour, turns; Cleansed by thy blood, and saved by grace,

My soul no longer mourns.

HYMN 196.

(c. M. CARR'S LANE.) Mount Sinai and Mount Zion. Heb, xii, 18, &c. i Not to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke, Not to the thunder of that word,

Which God on Sinai spoke ; 2 But we are come to Zion's hill,

The city of our God;
Where milder words declare his will,

And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold the innumerable host

Of angels, cloth'd in light;
Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turn'd to sight.
4 May we, among these hosts above,

Our voice for ever raise.

Join'd with them here in works of love,
And there in works of praise.

HYMN 197.
(c. M. BOUSQUET.)

The Saviour the sinner's refuge.
1 Let us approach the mercy seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer ;
And humbly fall before his feet;

For none shall perish there. 2 Thy promise is our only plea;

Our only hope thy word;
Thou callest burden'd souls to Thee,

And such are we, O Lord !
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely prest,
By wars without, and fears within,

We come to Thee for rest. 4 Be Thou our Shield and Hiding-place,

That, shelter'd near thy side,
We may our fierce accuser face,
And tell Him, “ Thou hast died.”

HYMN 198.

(c. M. UNIVERSITY.)
1 COME, Holy Spirit! Heavenly Dove !

With thine all-quickening powers !
Kindle the flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.
2 See ! how we grovel here below,

Fond of these earthly toys:
How backward, and at best, how slow,

To gain eternal joys !

3 In vain we tune our lifeless

songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies. 4 In heartless prayers, and weak complaint,

Shall all our days be past ?
Our love to Thee, O Lord ! so faint,

And thine to us so vast !
5 Come, Holy Spirit ! Heavenly Dove !

With thine all-quickening powers; Shed in our hearts the Saviour's love,

And that shall kindle 'ours.

HYMN 199.

(L. M. HONITON.) Pleading the promises of God. 1 Kings iii. 5. 1 Lord,dost Thou say, "ask what Thou wilt?”

With joy we seize the present hour;
We seek to be released from guilt,

From sin's assaults, and Satan's power. 2 More of thy presence now impart;

More of thine image let us bear;
Erect thy throne in every heart,

And reign without a rival there. 3 In Jesu's blood our pardon seal,

Our weakness perfect in thy strength,
The Saviour's boundless love reveal,

In all its height, and breadth, and length. 4 In heavenly things, oh ! make us wise,

To know thy will and love thy ways;

And, in the power thy grace supplies,
To
grow

in wisdom as in days.
5 Grant these requests: we ask no more,

But freely all to Thee resign:
Whate'er our lot, or rich or poor,
All shall be well, if we are thine.

HYMN 200.
(L. M. ISLINGTON.)

Opposition of grace and nature.
| What adverse natures dwell within !

Contending grace, remaining sin;
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,

Though each by turns the heart assail. 2 Now in the dust we sorrowing lie;

Now raise our songs of triumph high;
Sing a rebellious passion slain ;

Or mourn to feel its power again. 3 One happy hour beholds us rise,

Triumphant to the promised skies;
And, wing’d with faith, we speed our flight

To realms of joy, and worlds of light. 5 But scarce the minutes onward roll,

Ere earth recalls the captive soul ;
Ere, drawn by its attractive force,

We headlong urge our downward course. 5 Great God ! assist us in the fight;

Make us victorious in thy might:
Thou the desponding heart canst raise,
The victory thine, and thine the praise.

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Hymn 201.
(c. M. ST. ANN's.)

Opposition of grace and nature. 1 What different powers of grace and sin

Attend this mortal state !
We hate the thoughts we feel within,

And do the works we hate. 2 Now we complain, and mourn, and sigh,

For sin and Satan reign;
Now swell the song of triumph high,

For grace prevails again.
3 The darkness struggles with the light,

Till perfect day arise :
Water and fire maintain the fight,

Until the weaker dies.
4 Thus shall the flesh and spirit strive,

And vex and break our peace,
Till death shall close this mortal life,
And sin shall ever cease.

HYMN 202.
(C. M. MELCHISEDEC.)

The saints kept by the power of God. 1 Not unto us, but Thee, O Lord !

Be praise and glory given,
For every gracious thought and word,

Which brings us nearer heaven.
2 Thy saints are in thy faithful hand,

Secure beneath thine eye;
And safe at last they all shall stand,

Before thy throne on high.

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