2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such def'rence to thy Father's willSuch love, and meekness so divine

I would transcribe and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.

-4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here!

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name,
Amongst the foll'wers of the Lamb.

HYMN 140. C. M. Mear. [*]
The Examples of CHRIST and the Saints.
IVE me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the vail; and see

01 GIVE

The saints above, how great their joys;
How bright their glories be!

p 2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears:
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

- I ask them, whence their vict❜ry came;
They, with united breath,

o Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb→→ Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps he had trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast;) And, following their incarnate God, Possess'd the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern giv'n;

While the long cloud of witnesses
Shew the same path to heav'n.

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HYMN 141. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
Preaching, Baptism, and the Lord's Supper,

[Y Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince,

M Reigns far above the skies;

But brings his graces down to sense,
And helps my faith to rise.

2 My eyes and ears shall bless his name;
They read and hear his word;

P

My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord.
3 Baptismal water is design'd

To seal his cleansing grace;
While, at his feast of bread and wine,
He gives his saints a place.
4 But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh so clean,
As, by his Spirit and his blood,
He'll wash my soul from sin.

5 Not choicest meats, nor noblest wines,
So much my heart refresh,

As when my faith goes thro' the signs,
And feeds upon his flesh.

6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low,
To give his word a seal;

But the rich grace his hands bestow,
Exceeds the figures still.

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HYMN 142. S. M. Peckham. [b*]
Faith in CHRIST our Sacrifice.

TOT all the blood of beasts,

Non Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,--
While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,When hanging on the cursed tree,-And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

s We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing bis bleeding love.

HYMN 143. C.M. Armley. [b*]
Flesh and Spirit.

1 [X

WHAT

diff'rent pow's of grace and sin Attend our mortal state?

I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.

p 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, While sin and Satan reign:

o Now raise my songs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

-3 So darkness struggles with the light,
Till perfect day arise;
Water and fire maintain the fight,
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,
And vex and break my peace;

o But I shall quit this mortal life, And sin for ever cease.]

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HYMN 144. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] Effusions of the Spirit: Success of the Gospel. REAT was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met; Whilst on their heads the Spirit came, And sat like tongues of cloven flame. e 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave! And pow'r to give, and pow'r to save! Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words, Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. ---3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, o From east to west, from south to north; d "Go-and assert your Saviour's cause; "Go-spread the myst'ry of his cross. -4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they areTo make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by those heav'nly arms subdu'd; While Satan rages at his loss,

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And hates the doctrine of the cross.
6 Great King of grace, my heart subdue,
I would be led in triumph toó-
A willing captive to my Lord-
And sing the vict'ries of his word.

HYMN 145. C. M. Barby. [*]
Sight through a Glass, and Face to Face.
LOVE the windows of thy grace.
Through which my Lord is seen,

And long to meet my Saviour's face,
Without a glass between.

e 2 Oh, that the happy hour were come,
To change my faith to sight!

-I should behold my Lord at home,
In a diviner light.

o 3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
-Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my pow'rs be praise.]

HYMN 146. L. M. Babylon. Carthage. [b]
Vunity of Creatures: or, no Rest on Earth.
AN has a soul of vast desires,

1

He burns within with restless fires;
Tost to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.

2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind:
We try new pleasures; but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side, by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain.
4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;

Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refin'd.
HYMN 147. C. M. [*]
The Creation of the World. Gen. 1.

1 ["TOW let a spacious world arise,"
Said the Creator Lord:
At once th' obedient earth and skies
Rose at his sov'reign word.

2 (Dark was the deep: the waters lay
Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
He call'd the light; the new born day
Attends on his command.

3 He bids the clouds ascend on high;
The clouds ascend, and bear
A wat❜ry treasure to the sky,
And float on softer air.
4 The liquid element below,
Was gather'd by his hand:

The rolling seas together flow,

And leave the solid land.

5 With herbs and plants of flow'ry birth,
The naked globe he crown'd;

Ere there was rain to bless the earth,
Or sun to warm the ground.

6 Then he adorn'd the upper skies:
Behold the sun appears:

The moon and stars in order rise,
To mark out months and years.
7 Out of the deep th' almighty King
Did vital beings frame;

The painted fowls of ev'ry wing,
And fish of ev'ry name.)

8 He gave the lion and the worm,
At once their wondrous birth;
And grazing beasts of various form,
Rose from the teeming earth,
9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay,
Though sov'reign of the rest;
Design'd for nobler ends than they,
With God's own image bless'd.

10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye, ·
The young creation stood;

He saw the building from on high,

His word pronounc'd it good.

11 Lord, while the frame of nature stands, Thy praise shall fill my tongue;

But the new world of grace demands

A more exalted song.]

HYMN 148. C. M. Canterbury. St. Ann's. [b*]

GOD reconciled in CHRIST.

EAREST of all the names above,

1D My Jesus and my God

Who can resist thy heav'nly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

-2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.

e 3 'Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;