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HYMN 298, C. P. M.

The New Birth.

AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in bonds of guilt I found,
And knew not where to go:

One solemn truth increased my pain,-
The sinner "must be born again,"

Or sink to endless woe.

2 I heard the law its thunders roll,
While guilt lay heavy on my soul,-
A vast oppressive load:

All creature aid I saw was vain;-
The sinner "must be born again,"
Or drink the wrath of God.

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How Jesus conquered death and hell,
To bring salvation near:

Yet still I found this truth remain,-
The sinner "must be born again,

Or sink in deep despair.

4 But, while I thus in anguish lay,
The bleeding Saviour passed that way,
My bondage to remove:

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The sinner, once by justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.

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HYMN 299, L. M.

God, the Portion of the Soul.

AR from thy fold, O God! my feet
Once moved in error's devious maze;

Nor found religious duties sweet,

Nor sought thy face, nor loved thy ways.

2 With tenderest voice, thou bad'st me flee
The paths, which thou couldst ne'er approve;
And gently drew my soul to thee,

With cords of sweet eternal love.

3 Now to thy footstool, Lord! I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, am I,

And thou, my God! art all in all.
4 Dearer-far dearer to my heart,

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Than all the joys that earth can give;
From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part,
Beneath thy countenance to live.

HYMN 300, 8s and 7s.

Taking up the Cross.

JESUS! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,-

All I've sought, or hoped, or known!
Yet how rich is my condition,—

God and heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me:-
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
Oh! while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might!
Foes may hate, and friends disown me ;-
Show thy face, and all is bright.

3 Perish, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain !
In thy service, pain is pleasure;
With thy favor, life is gain:
Oh! 't is not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

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HYMN 301, 8s, 7s and 4.

The Surrender.

mf 1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer!

Welcome to this heart of mine;

Lord! I make a full surrender,

Every power and thought be thine;

Thine entirely,

Through eternal ages thine.

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When they find the Lord is near:— Shout, O Zion!

Shout, ye saints! the Lord is here.

HYMN 302, 7s.

Love to the Saints.

1 PEOPLE of the living God!

I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort no where found;
Now to you my spirit turns,-

Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren! where your altar burns,
Oh! receive me into rest.

2 Lonely, I no longer roam,

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Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave:
Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,—
Every idol I resign.

HYMN 303, C. M.

Subdued by the Cross.

1 IN evil, long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;

He fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Oh! never, till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
It plunged me in despair;

I saw, my sins his blood had spilt,
And helped to nail him there.

5 A second look he gave, that said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid,-
I die that thou may'st live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays,
In all its blackest hue,-

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Such is the mystéry of grace,—
It seals my pardon too.

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HYMN 304, 8s and 7s.

Redemption.

WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend!
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy streaming in his blood;-
Precious drops! my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

3 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much?-I've much forgiven,—
I'm a miracle of grace.

4 Love and grief my heart dividing,
Gazing here I'd spend my breath;
Constant still in faith abiding,—
Life deriving from his death.

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5 Lord! in ceaseless contemplation,
Fix my heart and eyes on thine,
Till I taste thy whole salvation,
Where, unveiled, thy glories shine.

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HYMN 305, L. M.

Parting with carnal Joys.
SEND the joys of earth away,-
Away, ye tempters of the mind!
False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.

2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;

And, while I listened to your song,

Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 3 Lord! I adore thy matchless grace,

That warned me of that dark abyss; That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss.

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I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes; Oh! for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies.

5 There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

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HYMN 306, S. M.

Rejoicing.

OW let our voices join
To raise a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims! in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 See-flowers of paradise,
In rich profusion, spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

3 See-Salem's golden spires,
In beauteous prospect, rise;

And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.

4 All honor to his name,

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Who marks the shining way,-
To him, who leads the pilgrims on
To realms of endless day.

HYMN 307, C. M.

Salvation welcomed.

mf 1 SALVATION! Oh! the joyful sound; 'Tis pleasure to our ears;

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A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay;