HYMN 317. L. M. Blendon. [*] 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, e 1 And say, "Behold the way to God." Cennick. HYMN 318. C. M. Stephens. [*] "Help, Lord." H help us, Lord! each hour of need 2 Oh help us, through the prayer of faith, For still the more thy servant hath, 3 If, strangers to thy fold, we call, The crumbs that from thy table fall, 4 But be it, Lord of mercy, all, 5 Oh help us, Jesus! from on high; HYMN 319. C. M. Milman. Woodstock. [b] The Fulness of Redemption. HOW shall my soul find rest in heaven, Th' eternal, blest abode? When," without holiness, no man 2 Though I have nothing of my own, o 3 Hear thou, my soul, his teaching voice; And precepts of his will. 4 Then shall the robe thy Saviour wrought, The ransom he has given, Be made thy title to the rest Prepared for saints in heaven. HYMN 320. S. M. Watchman. [*] 1 GE u Heaven with the echo shall resound, S 2 Grace first contrived the way 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; 4 Grace all the work shall crown, u It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. Doddridge. HYMN 321. P. M. Bingham. [b or *] p1" "MERCY, O thou Son of David !" Others by the word are saved, Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, 8 3 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, "Friend, is not my case amazing? s 1 Newton HYMN 322. C. M. Warwick. [*] YE To Jesus all the notes belong- e 2 Around the circle of his friends, His tender passions move: And while he lived, his constant theme p 3 Gently he raised his sacred hands, And the last whispers of his tongue 4 Through life's wide waste, with weary feet, In darkness I may rove; But never can my heart forget Redeeming, dying love. -5 Oh that before his sacred throne, Still as my pleasures rise, my song Collyer. HYMN 323. C. M. Stamford. [*] POH, how divine, how sweet the joy, When but one sinner turns, And with an humble, broken heart, 8 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below o 3 Well pleased the Father sees and hears 8 4 Nor angels can their joys contain, "The sinner lost is found," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. $ 1 Needham. HYMN 324. C. M. Abridge. [*] HAPPY soul that lives on high, While men lie grovelling here! His hopes are fixed above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, To form a life whose holy springs e 3 He waits in secret on his God, 8 Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. 4 His pleasures rise from things unseen, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne, Content and pleased to live alone, Watts. 01 HYMN 325. C. M. Lanesboro'. [*] THR The Fear of God. HRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven Humbly begin their days with God, 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal And, while the world our hands employs, 4 At night we lean our weary heads o 5 In solid, pure delights, like these, Nor shall I then impatient wish, Doddridge HYMN 326. C. M. Broomsgrove. [*] Christian Love. p1 HOW sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord, In one another's peace delight, And so fulfill his word ; -2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, When sorrows flow from eye to eye, 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love. b 4 Let love, in one delightful stream, And union sweet, and dear esteem, 5 Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heaven, who finds Swain |