Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that "God is love."

2 This cheering truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove:
Jesus, the Crown of every gift,
Proclaims that " God is love."
3 Behold his patience lengthen'd out
To those who from Him rove,
Till calls effectual reach their hearts,
And teach them "God is love."
4 The work begun is still maintain'd
By grace and power above:
And every step, from first to last,
Attests that "God is love."

5 Ye fearful saints oppress'd with doubts,
Who all his ways approve,
Chase your distrustful thoughts away,
Nor doubt that "God is love."

6 And oh! that ye, whose harden'd minds
No fears of hell can move,
May hear the Gospel's milder voice,
That tells you "God is love."

HYMN 37.

(L. M. MONTGOMERY.)

A living faith the only saving faith.

1 THE prayer that flows from hearts sincere, Is pleasing to the Lord above;

While empty words offend his ear,
And his Almighty vengeance move.

2 To walk as children of the day, To mark the precept's holy light, To wage the warfare, watch and pray, Shew who are pleasing in his sight. 3 Not words alone it cost the Lord To purchase pardon for his own; Nor will a soul, by grace restored, Return the Saviour words alone. 4 Easy indeed were it to reach

A mansion in the realms above, If swelling words and fluent speech Might serve, instead of faith and love. 5 But none shall gain that blissful place, And God's unclouded glory see,

Who talk of free and sovereign grace, Unless that grace have made them free. 6 To us, then, gracious Lord! impart A living faith, that works by love; A faith that purifies the heart, And makes us meet for joys above.

HYMN 38.

(C. M. PLEYEL.)

I am the Lord that healeth thee. Ex. xv. 26.

1 HEAL us, Emmanuel! here we are,
Waiting thy touch to feel;
Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair,
That Thou their wounds may'st heal.
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess;
We faintly trust thy word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!

3 Remember him who once applied,
With trembling, for relief;

"Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,
Help Thou mine unbelief.”*

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4 She too, who touch'd Thee in the press And healing virtue stole,

Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, "Thy faith hath made Thee whole.t" 5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng, She would have shunn'd thy view: And, if her faith was firm and strong, Had strong misgivings too.

6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come
To touch Thee, if we may :
Oh! send us not despairing home;
Send none unheal'd away.

HYMN 39.

(C. M. HARLEY.),

The efficacy of a true and living faith. 1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares;

Its aid it every duty brings,

And softens all our cares.

2 It mortifies the love of sin,
Kindles the sacred fire

Of love to God, and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give:

That balm the saddest heart can cheer;
That make the dying live.

4 It draws aside the veil of heaven,
Where unknown glories reign;
And bids us seek our portion there
Nor bids us seek in vain.

5 It holds to view the promise, seal'd
With the Redeemer's blood!
And helps our feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

6 There, there unshaken would we rest,
Till this vile body dies;

And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
To endless glory rise.

HYMN 40.

(L. M. CANNOCK.)

From the Litany.

1 FATHER of heaven! whose love profound
A ransom for our souls has found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pardoning love extend.
2 Almighty Son! Incarnate Word!
Our Prophet--Priest--Redeemer--Lord--
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend.
3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath,
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quickening power extend.

4 Jehovah Father-Spirit-SonMysterious Godhead! Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life to us extend. HYMN 41.

(C. M. ST. JAMES's.)

From the general confession.

1 ALMIGHTY Father! God of grace!
We all, like sheep astray,
In folly from thy paths have turn'd,
Each to his sinful way.

2 Sins of omission and of act
Through all our lives abound:
Alas! in thought, and word, and deed,
No saving health is found.

3 O spare us, Lord! in mercy spare:
Our contrite souls restore,

Through him who suffer'd on the cross,
And man's transgressions bore.

4 And grant, O Father! for his sake,
That we through all our days,
A just and godly life may live,
To thine eternal praise.

Praise for faith.

1 Or all the gifts thy hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!

Not heaven itself a richer knows
Than our Redeemer's blood.

2 Faith too, the blood-applying grace,
From the same hand we gain;