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Solo or Semi-chorus. р 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heaven;
Chorus. f But in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven.
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3 Unholy and impure
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To bring us near to God;
And thine atoning blood. 54 C. M. Marlow. Howard's.
We wretched sinners lay,
Or spark of glimmering day!
Beheld our helpless grief:
He ran to our relief,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
The Saviour's praises speak.
Strike all your harps of gold;
His love can ne'er be told.
C. M. Grafton. Lkchfield.
Our sin-how deep it stains !
Fast in his slavish chains.
Sounds from the sacred wordmf "Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord; mp Oh help iny unbelief. р 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall : mf Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Saviour, and my all. 56
We own, with humble shame,
And our first father's name.
And love the distance well;
That leads to death and hell.
Such natures made divine !
And feel this power of thine.
Who his own Spirit sends,
And turn his foes to friends.
When Jesus, from the realms above,
To share their holy, happy state. 58
L. M. Hingham. Malden.
BURIED in shadows of the night,
2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Spencer. Grafton, 59
Death in Trespasses and Sins.
Unconscious of her load !
To happiness and God.
The stubborn will subdue?
To form the heart anew.
And upward bid them rise ;
From reason's darkened eyes;-
And bid the sinner live:
'Tis thine alone to give. Aff 5 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;
Almighty Lord, be thine.
L. M. Medway. Sunderland 60 Grief for the Sins and Miseries of Men. Aff ARISE, my tender thoughts, arise;
Let torrents drown my weeping eyes;
S. M. Mornington. Dover. 61
God's Purpose of Mercy.
His Godhead from his throne;
By which he will be known.
In darkness and distress,
To his recovering grace.
Their thankful tongues shall own,
In thee, O Lord, alone.
And see their guilt forgiven;
And take the saints to heaven. 62
Dispense his favors as he will;
And yet be just and gracious still ?
2 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust,
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?
Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
L, M. Alfreton. Duke Street, 63
Object of Christ's Advent.
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No flaming sword, nor thunder there р
2 Such was the pity of our God,
He loved the race of man so well,
Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
Trust in his mighty name, and live; f A thousand joys his lips afford,
His hands a thousand blessings give. 64
With new, melodious songs ;
The tribute of your tongues.
2 So strange-so boundless was the love P
That pitied dying men,
To give them life again.
With a revenging rod ;
The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy-all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne,
And brought salvation down.
Come, wipe your sorrows dry;
And you shall never die.