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d Here's my heart-o take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above. ROBINSON.
HYMN 81. 8s. Consolation. [*]

Excellencies of Christ.
1 LOW shall I my Saviour set forth?

I How shall I his beauties declare?
O how shall I speak of his worth,

Or what his chief dignities are? o His angels can never express,

Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace: e No! this is a myst’ry unknown. g 2 In him all the fulness of God

For ever transcendently shines; e Though once like a mortal he stood,

To finish his gracious designs: p Though once he was waii'd to the cross,

Vile rebels like me to set free; -His glory sustained no loss, g Eternal bis kingdom shall be, -3 His wisdom, his love, and his pow'r,

Seem'd then, with each other to vie;
e When sinners he stoop'd to restore,
p Poor sinners condemned co die!
d He laid all his grandeur aside,

And dwelt in a cottage of clay: .
Poor sinners he lov’l, till he died,

To wash their pollution away. -4 0 sinner, believe and adore,

The Saviour so rich to redeem;
No creature can ever explore',

The treasures of goodness in him:
d Come, all ye who see yourselves lost,

And feel yourselves burden' with sins,
Draw near, while with terrour you're toss'd;

Believe and your peuce shall begin.
-5 Now, sinner, attend to his call,
d "Whoso hath an ear let him hear!"
-He promises mercy to all,

Who feel their sad wants, far and near; o He riches has eyer in store,

And treasures that never can waste:

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o Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and more-
u Here's glory eternal at last. Rippon's Col.
HYMN 82. L. M. Armley. [*]

All Good in Christ,
1 VYHOU only Sovereign of my heart,

1 My Refuge, my alınighty Friend; e And can my soul from thee depart,

On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I goA wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sio and wne, One glimpse of happiness afford? - Eternal life thy words impart,

On these my fainting spirit lives;
o Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
- Than all the round of nature gives.

-4 Let earth's alluring joys coinbine;
e While thou art near, in vain they call:
o One smile, one blissful smile of thine,

My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
-5 Thy Name, my inmost pow’rs adore;.
o Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
d Depart from thee; tis death-'tis more,

'Tis endless ruin--deep despair! e 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;

Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
-Srill let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine,

HYMN 83. L. M. Leeds. [*]

Temptation: or, Sufety in the Storm. di THE billows swell, the winds are high,

1 Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call, e My fears are great, iny strength is small. -2 0 Lord, the pilot's part perform;

And guide and guard me through the storm! Defend me from each threat'ning ill, d Control the waves-say, “Peace be still!" --3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hopes on thee;

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Thy constant love, thy faithful cure,

Is all that saves me from despair,
e 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name,

Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,

And leave it to return no more.
25 Tho' tempest-toss'd and half a wreck,

My Saviour through the floods I seek; o Let neither winds, nor stormy rain, Force back my shatter'd bark again. CowPER.

HYMN 84. 7s. Hotham. [*] Christ, the. Refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii, 27.. 1 TESUS, lover of my soul,

e Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is nigh! Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last? 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on tliee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head, With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy naine, I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. CowPER. HYMN 85. H. M. Allerton. [*] .

Jesus, the Pilot. Luke viii, 22. 1 TESUS, at thy command,

I laanch into the deep; ; And leave my native land,

Where sin luns all asleep:

For thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to hear'n with thee and thine;

2 Thou art my Pilot wise;
My conipass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such à Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r,
To save me in the trying hour.

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all my passage lie;
Yet thou wilt safely keer,

And guide me with thine eye:
My anchor, hope, shal firm abide,

Aud I each boisterous storm outride. o 4 By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails ex, and,

And fly to Jesus' breast.
O may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!
5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms and winds subside;
Lord to my succour fiy,

And keep me near thy side:
For more the treach'rous calm I dread,

Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 0 6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow

A prosperous gale of grace,
To waft me from below,

To heav'n, my destin'd place:
s Then in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world, and sin, behind.

HYMN 86. L. M, Castle Street. [*]

My Redeemer liveth. Job xix, 25.
1 “KNOW that my Redeemer lives;"

I What comforts, this sweet sentence gives,
He lives, he lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my ever living head!
2 He lives-triumphant from the grave,
He lives-eternally to save;
He lives—all glorious in the sky,
He lives-exalted there on high.

3 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.
4 He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives—to guide me with his eye;
He lives--to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
5 He lives-to silence all my fears,
He lives--to stoop and wipe my tears;
He lives--to calm my troubled heart,
He lives-all blessings to impart.
6 He lives—my kind, wise heav'nly Priend,
He lives—and loves me to the end;
He lives—and while he lives I'll sing,
He lives-my prophet, priest, and king.
7 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. 08 He lives--all glory to his name!

He lives-my Jesus, still the same: e O the sweet joy this sentence gives, O“I know that my Redeemer lives?" MEDLEY.

HYMN 87. 7s. Fairfax. 1*7

Life and Strength in Christ. 1 QON of God, thy blessing grant,

Still supply my ev'ry want;
Tree of life, thine influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.
e 2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I,
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helpless infancy;
O confirm my soul in thee!
3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall
Send the strength for which I call:
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.

4 All my hopes on thee depend; --Love me, save me to the end! Give me the continuing grace, Take the everlasting praise. MADAN'S COL.

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