2 Some call him a Saviour in word,
But mix their own works with the plan;
And hope he his help will afford,
When they have done all that they can:
If doings prove rather too light-
A little they own they may fail-
They purpose to make up full weight,
By casting his name in the scale.
3 Some take him a creature to be-
A man, or an angel at most;
Sure these have no feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost;
So guilty so helpless am I,

I could not confide in his word,
Unless I could make the reply,

That Christ is "My Lord and my God."

DOCTRINES OF THE GOSPEL.

IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

HYMN 141. L. M.

Portugal. Shoel.

Stennett.

Adoption. John i. 12. 1 John iii. 1.

1 NOT all the nobles of the earth, Who boast the honors of their birth, Such real dignity can claim,

As those who bear the Christian name.

2 To them the privilege is giv'n

To be the sons and heirs of heav'n; Sons of the God who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 3 His will he makes them early know, And teaches their young feet to go; Whispers instruction to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts binds. 4 When, through temptation, they rebel, His chast'ning rod he makes them feel; Then, with a Father's tender heart, He sooths the pain, and heals the smart. 5 Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye, Leads them from earth to heav'n above, And crowns them with eternal love.

HYMN 142. L. M.

Surry. Armley.

Stennett.

Atonement. John xiv. 6.

1 HOW shall the sons of men appear,
Great God, before thine awful bar?
How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal mind?

2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Nor infant blood, profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinner's guilt.

3 The blood of Jesus Christ alone,
Hath sov'reign virtue to atone;

Here we will rest our only plea,
When we approach, Great God, to thee.

HYMN 143. C. M.

Cowper.

Elgin, Martyrs.

Communion with God.

Gen. v. 24.

1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame:

So purer light shall mark the road -
That leads me to the Lamb

1 OH, that I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God?
I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad.

2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain;

How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.

3 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God;

I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.

4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.

5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;

He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.
HYMN 145. C. M.

Walsal. Chapel.

1 OH, could I and from day to day, A nearness to my God:

Then should my hours glide sweet away, And lean upon his word.

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;
In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

30 Jesus, come and rule

my

heart,

And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.

4 Thus till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

HYMN 146. C. M.

Canterbury. St. Ann's. Bedford.

Decrees of God.

Watts.

1 KEEP silence-all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod:

My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honors of her God.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown Hang on his firm decree;

He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave-to be.

3 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies,
With all the fates of men:
With ev'ry angel's form and size,
Drawn by th' eternal pen.

4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;