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e 3 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?

In pain you travail all your days,
To reap immortal woe!

4 But he who turns to God shall live,
Through his abounding grace:
His mercy will the guilt forgive,
Of those who seek his face.

-5 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing ev'ry sin;

Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

o 6 His love exceeds your highest tho❜ts;
He pardons like a God;

o He will forgive your numerous faults Thro' a Redeemer's blood.

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FAWCETT. HYMN 111. 8, 7 & 4. Littleton. [b] Sinners entreated to Hear.

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INNERS, will you scorn the message,"
Sent in mercy from above?

Every sentence-O how tender!.
Every line is full of love;

Listen to it

Every line is full of love.

-2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel, News from Zion's king proclaim,

To each rebel sinner-"Pardon, "Free forgiveness in his name." How important!

d Free forgiveness in his name!

-3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;

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And with news of consolation,

Chase away the falling tears:

Tender heralds

o Chase away the falling tears.

-4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word,

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While the messengers address you;
Take the warnings they afford;

We entreat you,

d Take the warnings they afford:

e 5 Who hath our report believed?
Who receiv'd the joyful word?

Who embrac'd the news of pardon,
Offer'd to you by the Lord.

P Can you slight it-
Offer'd to you by the Lord!
-6 O, ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:

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Rebel sinners

Glad the message will obey.

HYMN 112. 7s. Fairfax. [b*]

ALLEN.

Burdened Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. ix, 23.

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COM
OME, ye weary souls opprest,,
Find in Christ the promis'd rest,

On him all your burdens roll,

He can wound, and he make whole.
2 Ye who dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesus' blood:
To the Son of David cry,

In his word he's passing by.

3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.

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DECOURCY.

HYMN 113. 8s & 7s. Calvary. [b]
Suppliant Address to the Saviour. Mark x, 43.
JESUS, full of all compassion,

JHear, thy humble suppliant's cry;

Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.

e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting―
Send, O send me quick relief!

e 3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

-8 On the word thy blood hath sealed,
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, O stay me, lest I fall!

e 9 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,
d "Here's the soul that perish'd, suing
"For the boasted Saviour's aid!"

o 10 Sav'd-the deed shall spread new glory
Thro' the shining realms above;

s Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptur'd with thy love.

TURNER.

HYMN 114. L. M. Geneva. [b*]
Vision of the Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxiv, S.
OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

1L See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughter'd millions round. e 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live, And can these perish'd bones revive? -That, mighty God, to thee is known; That wondrous work is all thy own. 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, To prophesy upon the slaine In vain they call, in vain they cry, -Till thine almighty aid is nigh.

o 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,

Life spreads through all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.

o 5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound
Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 115. C. M. Mear.` [*]
Converting Grace. Ps. xlv, 3-5.
AIL, mighty Jesus, how divine,
Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word."

e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give, They pierce the hardest heart;

o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart.

g 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway;

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

-4 And when thy vict'ries are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace-

e 5 O may my humble soul be found,
Among that favour'd band;

o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land.

WALLIN.

HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*]
Revival of Religion hoped for.

e 1 WHILE I to grief my soul gave way,

To see the work of God decline,

-Methought I heard the Saviour say,
g Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.
-2 "Tho' for a time I hide my face,
"Rely upon my love and power,
"Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
"And wait for a reviving hour.

• 3 "Take down thy long neglected harp,
"I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer,
e "The winter season has been sharp,-
o "But spring shall all its wastes repair."
-4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive;
o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing,
• Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b*] God's regard to the actively Pious. Matt. iii, 16, 17. 1HE Lord on mortal worms looks down, From his celestial throne;

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And when the wicked swarm around,

He well discerns his own.

e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times;
And join their efforts to oppose,
The wide prevailing crimes.

-3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep
Their words in transcript fair;

In the Redeemer's book of life,
Their names recorded are.

d 5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "the world shall know
"These humble souls are mine:
"These, when my jewels I produce,
Shall in full lustre shine.

6 "When deluges of fiery wrath "My foes away shall bear;

"That hand which strikes the wicked thro', "Shall all my children spare." DODDRIDGE. HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

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Prayer for spiritual Healing.

THOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint;
But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint,
This worst distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;

A burning fever in my heart,

A palsy in my head.

4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,

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And impotent, and lame;

over clouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.

(A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)

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