A Pastor's Selection of Hymns and Tunes

Would he de vote that sacred head For such a

worm as I?

Sel. 111.

[H. 59. 5. Now I am thine, for ever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand has loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

(Stanza 1 in Music, 2 omitted.) 3. Was it for crimes that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

4. Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.

5. Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

6. But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.

-BARBY. C. M.

TANSUR.

1. PLUNGED in

a gulf of dark de-spair, We wretch-ed sin - ners lay,

With-out one cheer-ful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day.

Sel. 114.

(Stanza 1 in Music.)

[H. 88. 3. Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men;"

2. With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and, O amazing love!
He ran to our relief.

3. Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste He fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4. He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5. O! for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

4. A thousand ages in thy sight

Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising dawn.

6. Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

Sel. 116.

ONG have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2. Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain :
How small a portion of thy grace
Can my false heart retain!
3. How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!

4. Great God, thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.

I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin.

BEMERTON. C. M.

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Sel. 120.

(Stanza 1 in Music.)

[Ps. 66, P. 2. 3. Almighty goodness cries Forbear! And straight the thunder stays: And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace?

2. My lips and cheerful heart prepare To make his mercies known; Come, ye that fear my God, and hear

The wonders He has done.

3. When on my head huge sorrows fell,
I sought his heavenly aid;
He saved my sinking soul from hell,
And death's eternal shade.

4. If sin lay cover'd in my heart,

While prayer employ'd my tongue; The Lord had shown me no regard, Nor I his praises sung.

5. But God (his name be ever blest) Has set my spirit free;

Nor turn'd from Him my poor request, Nor turn'd his heart from me.

Sel. 122.

THO

(Stanza 5 omitted.)

[H. 35.

HOU lovely Source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore;

Unveil thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.

2. Thy glory o'er creation shines;
But in thy sacred word,

I read in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

3. 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sins and sorrows rise,
Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope,
My fainting heart supplies.

4. Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light,
O come with blissful ray; [night,
Break radiant through the shades of
And chase my fears away.

48 BETHLEHEM. C. M.

MADAN.

1. AWAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue, Prepare a tune - ful voice, Prepare a tune - ful voice; 9:288 2

In God, the life of all my joys, Aloud will I re-joice, Aloud will I

re-joice.

Sel. 123.

[H. 380. 4. My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
T'embrace my dearest Lord.

(Stanza 1 in Music, 4 omitted.) 2. 'Tis He adorn'd my naked soul, And made salvation mine; Upon a poor, polluted worm, He makes his graces shine.

3. And lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

5. The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope and every grace;

But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.

6. Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three;

In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.

3. The opening heavens around me shine 4. Come, and He'll cleanse our spotted

With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers, I am his.

And wash away our stains, [souls,

In the dear fountain that his Son

Pour'd from his dying veins.

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