Prone to wander, Lord! I feel it—
Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart-O take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN 58. L. M. Hebron.

ROBINSON.

1 I know that my Redeemer lives-
What joy the blest assurance gives!
He lives he lives! who once was dead,
He lives my ever living head.

2 He lives to bless me with his love,
He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need

3 He lives, and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.

4 He lives!-all glory to his name!
He lives my Saviour, still the same;
How great the joy this sentence gives,
'I know that my Redeemer lives!'

CHURCH PSALMODY.

HYMN 59. 8s 7s, & 4s. Tamworth.

Praise to the Redeemer.

1 Mighty God! while angels bless thee, May an infant lisp thy name?

Lord of man, as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme,
Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen.

2 Lord of every land and nation!
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation,
Be thy just exalted praise. Hal.

3 For the grandeur of thy nature— Grand beyond a seraph's thought— For created works of power

Works with skill and kindness wrought. 'Hal.

4 For thy providence that governs, Thro' thine empire's wide domain; Wings an angel-guides a sparrow

Blessed be thy gentle reign.

Hal.

5 But thy rich, thy rich free redemption, Dark thro' brightness all along!

Thought is poor, and poor expression,

Who dare sing that awful song?

Hal.

6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise, unutter'd lie?

Fly my tongue such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.

Hal.

Did the angels sing thy coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me, ungrateful,—

Should my tongue refuse to praise.

8 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest wo-

All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow my praise, forever flow.

9 Go, return, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:

Thence return, and reign forever;
Be the kingdom all thine own

Hal.

Hal.

ROBINSON.

HYMN 60. 7s. Pelyel's Hymn.

Joy and Peace in believing.

1 Lamb of God, who thee receive, Who in thee desire to live,

Day and night they cry to thee,
As, thou art, so let us be.

2 Fix, O fix our wav'ring mind,
To thy cross us firmly bind;
Gladly now we would be clean;
Cleanse our hearts from every sin.

3 Dust and ashes though we be,.
Full of guilt and misery;

Thine we are, thou Son of God
Take the purchase of thy blood.

4 Sinners who in thee believe,
Everlasting life receive;

They with joy behold thy face,

Triumph in thy pardoning grace. MORAVIAN SEL.

HYMN 61. S. M. Paddington.

Source and Office of Faith.

1 Faith 'tis a precious grace,
Where'er it is bestowed;
It boasts a high, celestial birth,
And is the gift of God.

2 Jesus it owns as King,
And all atoning priest;
It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ.

3 To him it leads the soul,

When filled with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness.

4 Since 'tis thy work alone,

And that divinely free;
Lord, send the spirit of thy Son,
To work this faith in me.

BEDDOME.

HYMN 62. S. M. Paddington.

Grace. Eph. ii. 5.

1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound!

Harmonious to the ear!

Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man;

And all its steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace first inscrib'd my name,
In God's eternal book,

'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my sorrows took.

4 Grace led my roving feet,

To tread the heav'nly road:
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

5 Grace all the work shall crown,
Thro' everlasting days;

It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

DOBEL'S SEL.

HYMN 63. C. M. Brattle Street.

Light shining out of Darkness.

1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,

Are big with mercy, and shall break
With blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;

God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

Cowper.

HYMN 64. S. M. St. Thomas.

Communion with the Father and Christ.

1 Our heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near;

With both our friendship shall be sweet,
And our communion dear.

2 God pities all our griefs:
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.

3 How large his bounties are?
What various stores of good,

Diffused from our Redeemer's hand
And purchased with his blood.

4 Jesus, our living head,

We bless thy faithful care; Our advocate before the throne, And our forerunner there.