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When Jesus, from the realms above,

Borne on the wings of boundless love,-
3 Scattered the shades of death and night,

And spread around his heavenly light !
By him what wondrous grace is shown

To souls impoverished and undone!
4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,

A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,

To share their holy, happy state.

Hingham. Malden. 1 BURIED in shadows of the night,

We lie till Christ restores the light;-
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,

And chase the darkness of the mind.
р 2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,

Till his atoning blood appears :-
Then we awake from deep distress,

And sing “the Lord our righteousness."

Spencer. Grafton.
Death in Trespasses and Sins.
1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of her load!
The heart unchanged can never rise

To happiness and God.
2 Can aught beneath a power divine

The stubborn will subdue ?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine,

To form the heart anew.
3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,

And upwards bid them rise ;
To make the scales of error fall

From reason's darkened eyes ;-
4 To chase the shades of death away,

And bid the sinner live:
A beam of heaven-a vital ray,

"Tis thine alone to give.
A 5 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,

And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,

Almighty Lord, be thine.

C. M.

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L. M. Medway. Sunderland
Grief for the Sins and Miseries of Men.
Af 1 ARISE, my tender thoughts, arise ;

Let torrents drown my weeping eyes ;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel

Those evils which thou canst not heal.
2 See human beings sunk in shame;

See scandals poured on Jesus' name;
See God insulted through his Son,

The world abused-the soul undone.
3 My heart with reverence hears thy word,

And trembles at thy threatenings, Lord;
I know the wretched, dreadful end,

To which their careless steps descend.
4 But feeble my compassion proves,

It can but weep, where most it loves;
Great God, thy saving grace employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.


S. M. 61

Mornington. Dover.
God's Purpose of Mercy.
1 THE Lord on high proclaims

His Godhead from his throne;
Mercy and justice are the names

By which he will be known.
2 Ye dying souls, that sit

In darkness and distress,
Look from the borders of the pit

To his recovering grace.
mf 3 Sinners shall hear the sound;

Their thankful tongues shall own,
Their righteousness and strength are found

In thee, O Lord, alone.
4. In thee shall Israel trust,

And see their guilt forgiven;
Thou wilt pronounce the sinners just,

And take the saints to heaven. 62

Ralston. Malden. 1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high

Dispense his favors as he will ;
Choose some to life, while others die,

And yet be just and gracious still?

L. M.


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2 Shall man reply against the Lord,

And call his Maker's ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word

Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? 3 But, O my soul, if truths so bright

Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.

L. M.

Alfreton. Duke Street.
Object of Christ's Advent.
1 NOT to condemn the sons of men,

Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,

No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
2 Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ;

Trust in his mighty name, and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.

C. M.

Corinth. Dundee. 1 COME, happy souls-approach your God

melodious songs ;
Come, render to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.
2 So strange-so boundless was the love

That pitied dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.
3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed

With a revenging rod;
No hard commission to perform-

The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy-all was mi d,

And wrath forsook the throre,
When Christ on the kind errand came,

And brought salvation down.
5 Here, sinners, come and heal your wounds;

Come, wipe your sorrows dry;
Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

With new,






S. M.

St. Thomas

6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls

Accept thine offered grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,

And give the Father praise.
1 RAISE your triumphant songs

To an immortal tune,
Let all the earth resound the deeds

Celestial grace has dune.
2 Sing how eternal love

Its chief beloved chose,
And bade bim raise our ruined race

From their abyss of woes. p 3 His hand no thunder bears,

No terror clothes his brow,
No bolts to drive our guilty souls

To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,

And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons down

To rebels doomed to die.
5 Now, sinners, dry your tears,

Let hopeless sorrow cease ;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,

And take the offered peace.
6 Lord, we obey thy call;

We lay an humble claim

To the salvation thou hast brought, f And love and praise thy name.

Murray 66

Proclamation of the Gospel.
mp!l1 HARK-hark,the notes of joy,

Roll o'er the heavenly plains !
And seraphs find employ,.

For their sublimest strains.
Some new delight in heaven is known,

Loud ring the harps around the throne. mp112 Hark-hark-the sounds draw nigh,

The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth his footsteps bend,
He comes to bless our fallen race,
He comes with messages of grace.

H. M.

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C. M.


Il 3 Bear-bear the tidings round,

Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,

What pity he can show.-
Ye winds that blow-ye waves that roll,
Bear the glad news from pole to pole!
4 Strike-strike the harps again,

To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men,

And loud his grace proclaim.
< Angels and men, wake every string,

"Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing !

Cambridge. Marlow.
The Gospel hailed.
1 SALVATION!-oh, the joyful sound !

'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.
р 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay ;-
But we arise by grace divine,

To see a heavenly day.
f 3 Salvation !-let the echo fly

The spacious earth around;
While all the arınies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.

Uxbridge. Duke Stroet.
The Object of the Gospel.
1 THIS is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above:
Jehovah here resolves to show

What his almighty grace can do.
2 This remedy did wisdom find,

To heal diseases of the mind;
This sovereign balm, whose virtues can

Restore the ruined creature, man.
3 The gospel bids the dead revive;

Sinners obey the voice, and live:
Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh

And hearts of stone are turned to flesh.
4 May but this grace my soul renew,

Let sinners gaze, and hate me too ;
The word that saves me does engage
A sure defence from all their rage.

L. M.

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