5. Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

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I'll sing thy power to save,

When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

C. M.

The Atonement the only Ground of Pardon. 1. IN vain we seek for peace with God, By methods of our own;

Blest Saviour! nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.

2. The threatenings of thy broken law
Impress the soul with dread;
If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes the spirit dead.

3. But thy atoning sacrifice

Hath answered all demands;
And peace and pardon from the skies
Come to us by thy hands.

4. 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord!
'Tis on thy cross we rest;

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For ever be thy love adored,-
Thy name for ever blest.

C. M.

Christ Precious.

1. JESUS, I love thy charming name;
'Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.

2. Whate'er my noblest powers can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

3. Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there,-
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

4. I'll speak the honors of thy name

With my last, laboring breath;

Cowper.

Watts.

Doddridge.

Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms,
And trust thy love in death.
3

1. THE Saviour! O, what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound!

Its influence every fear disarms,

And spreads sweet peace around.
2. Here pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels, lost in sin,
And doomed to endless wo.

3. O the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss a boundless store!

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.

4. On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.

Steele.

1. TO thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise;
O! let the feeblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.

2. But how shall mortal tongue express
A subject so divine?
Do justice to so vast a theme,
Or praise a love like thine.

3. My life, my joy, my hope I owe
To this amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

4. To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

5. Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by thee,
No evil shall I fear;

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Soon shall I reach thy fold above,
And praise thee better there.

C. M.

Tthe Penitent.

1. BEHOLD me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;

For life, and happiness, and love,
Smile in thy gracious eye.

2. Speak but the reconciling word;
Let mercy melt me down;
O! turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

Heginbotham.

3. Give what I should have long implored,
A taste of love unknown;

O! turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

4. Almighty Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,

Grant, through the greatness of thy love,
The humble, contrite heart.

Wesley.

1. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet
A guilty rebel lies,

And upward to the mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2. If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

3. But no such sacrifice I plead,
To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which thou hast shed,
No blood but thou hast spilt.

4. Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive;

Then Justice will approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

Stennett.

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C. M.

The Necessity of Renewing Grace.

1. HOW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2. The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray;
Reason, debased, can never find
The safe, the narrow way.

3. Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.

4. 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes.

5. To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray—
'Tis thine alone to give.

6. O change these wretched hearts of
And give them life divine!

ours,

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

C. M.

Steele.

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Invitation.

1. O SINNERS, come and taste his love,
Come, learn his pleasant ways,

And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of his grace.

2. He bids his angels pitch their tents,
Round where his children dwell;
What ill their heavenly care prevents,
No earthly tongue can tell.

3. O love the Lord, ye saints of his;
His eye regards the just;
How richly blest their portion is,
Who make the Lord their trust.

Watts.