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d 2 Deny thyself and take thy cross,
e Is the Redeemer's great command;
-Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heav'nly Land.
p 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteem'd-almost a saint-
And makes his own destruction sure.
--4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,
Create my heart entirely new:

Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. HYMN 159. C. M. Plymouth. Wantage. [*] Unconverted State: or, Converting Grace. A TREAT King of glory and of grace, GWeb, of glory and of

How vile is our deger'rate race,

And our first father's name.
-2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,
The poison reigns within;
Makes us averse to all that's good,
And willing slaves to sin.
3 [Daily we break thy holy laws,
And then reject thy grace;
Engag'd in the old Serpent's cause:
Against our Maker's face.]

4 We live estrang'd afar from God,
And love the distance well;
With haste we run the dang'rous road,
That leads to death and hell.

e 5 And can such rebels be restor❜d!
Such natures made divine!
o Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,
And feel this pow'r of thine.

o 6 We raise our Father's name on high,
Who his own Spirit sends,

o To bring rebellious strangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends.

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HYMN 160. L. M. Armley. [*]
Custom in Sin.

LET the wild leopards of the wood
Put off the spots that nature gives

Then may the wicked turn to God,
And change their tempers, and their lives.

2 As well might Ethiopian slaves

Wash out the darkness of their skin;
The dead as well may leave their graves,
As old transgressors cease to sin.

3 Where vice has held its empire long,
"Twill not endure the least control;
None, but a pow'r divinely strong,
Can turn the current of the soul.
4 Great God, I own thy pow'r divine,
That works to change this heart of mine;
I would be form'd anew, and bless
The wonders of creating grace.

HYMN 161. C. M. Reading. [b] Christian Virtues: or, Difficulty of going to Heaven. 1 TRAIT is the way, the door is strait, That leads to joys on high;

'Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crowds mistake and die.
2 Beloved self must be deny'd,
The mind and will renew'd;
Passion suppress'd and patience try'd,
And vain desires subdu'd.

3 (Flesh is a dang'rous foe to grace,
Where it prevails and rules;

Flesh must be humbled, pride abas'd;
Lest they destroy our souls.)

4 The love of gold be banish'd hence,
That vile idolatry;

And ev'ry member, ev'ry sense,

In sweet subjection lie.

5 The tongue, that most unruly pow'r,
Requires a strong restraint;

We must be watchful ev'ry hour,
And pray but never faint.

e 6 Lord! can a feeble helpless worm,
Fulfil a task so hard!

o Thy grace must all my work perform,
And give the free reward.

HYMN 162. C. M. Swanwick. [*]
Meditation of Heaven; or, the Joy of Faith.

MY And Look within the vail;

thoughts surmount these lower skies,

o There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail.

-2 There I behold, with sweet delight,

The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.

o 3 His promise stands forever firm,
His grace shall ne'er depart;
-He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings:
How short our sorrows are-
When with eternal future things,
The present we compare!

o 5 I would not be a stranger still,
To that celestial place,
Where I forever hope to dwell,
Near my Redeemer's face.

HYMN 163. C. M. Reading. [*]
Complaint of Desertion and Temptations.
EAR Lord, behold our sore distress;

1 [DE Our sins attempt to reign,

Stretch out thine arm of couqu’ring grace,
And let thy foes be slain.

2 (The lion, with his dreadful roar,
Affrights thy feeble sheep:
Reveal the glory of thy pow'r,

And chain him to the deep.

3 Must we indulge a long despair;
Shall our petitions die?

Our mournings never reach thine ear,
Nor tears affect thine eye?)

4 If Thou despise a mortal groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's blood;
An Advocate, so near the throne,
Pleads and prevails with God.

5 He brought the Spirit's pow'rful sword,
To slay our deadly foes:

Our sins shall die beneath thy word,
And hell in vain oppose.

6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
In height and depth and length!

He made his Son our righteousness,
His Spirit is our strength.]

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HYMN 164. C. M. Windsor. [b]

The End of the World.

THY should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes

On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And ev'ry pleasure dies?

e 2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,

o There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.

e 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
The sun must end his race;
—The earth and sea forever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

o 4 When will that glorious morning rise!
When the last trumpet sound,

And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?]

HYMN 165. C. M. Wantage. China. [b] Unfruitfulness, Ignorance, and unsanctified Affections. p 1 ONG have I sat beneath the sound

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Of thy salvation, Lord;

But still how weak my faith is found-
And knowledge of thy word!

e 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,

And hear almost in vain;

How small a portion of thy grace
My mem❜ry can retain!

3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known,

By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne.]
p 4 (How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!

How low my hopes of joys above!
How few affections there.)

-5 Great God, thy sov'reign pow'r impart,
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,

And make me learn thy grace.

o 6 (Shew my forgetful feet the way,
That leads to joys on high;

There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.)

HYMN 166. C. M. Mitcham. [*]
The Divine Perfections.

1 [LOW shall I praise th' eternal God,
shalt in ever?

e Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
2 (The great Invisible! he dwells
Conceal'd in dazzling light:

e But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.

-3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep, Survey the world around;

e His wisdom is a boundless deep, Where all our tho'ts are drown'd.)

o 4 (Speak we of strength? his arm is strong, To save or to destroy;

e Infinite years his life prolong, And endless is his joy.)

-5 (He knows no shadow of a change, Nor alters his decrees;

g Firm as a rock his truth remains, To guard his promises.)

p 6 (Sinners before his presence die: How holy is his name!

d His anger and his jealousy

Burn like devouring flame.)

e 7 Justice, upon a dreadful throne, Maintains the rights of God;

o While mercy sends her pardons down, Bought with a Saviour's blood.

e 8 Now to my soul immortal King, Speak some forgiving word;

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The glories of my Lord.]

HYMN 167. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]
The Divine Perfections.

1 [REAT God! thy glories shall employ

GMy holy fear, my humble joy,

My lips, in songs of honour, bring
Their tribute to th' eternal King.

2 (Earth and the stars, and worlds unknown, Depend precarious on his throne;

All nature hangs upon his word,

And grace and glory own their Lord.)

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