Each op'ning leaf, and every stroke, 5 Here, he exalts neglected worms 7 In thy fair book of life and grace, HYMN 147. L. M. Warwick. Armley. Beddome. I WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will! And by his saints it stands confess'd, 4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait, HYMN 148. L. M. J. Steward. Bath, Leyden. Truro Depravity. 1 GOD, from his throne, with piercing eye, 2 Should sin, in naked form appear, 5 Unveil'd and naked ev'ry heart Before the judgment seat must stand, Sin act no more a double part, But meet a death from its own hand. 6 The fiery lake will hotter grow From the fierce clash of sinful souls; Each bosom like a furnace glow, Nor God the rage, or fire control. HYMN 149. L. M. J. Steward. Armley. Sheerness. Sin and misery connected. 1 AH, wretched souls are they, who hear With scorn, the sound of gospel grace, For sorrow walks along with sin, Although they keep not equal pace. 2 How blindly sinners grasp their chains, And yet of freedom vainly boast; They look for happiness and peace, Nor think by sin their peace is lost. 3 Approaching vice is deck'd in charms, And smiles with promises of gain; No sooner past-its joys are fled, And all its pleasures chang'd to pain. 4 Sinners may for a time rejoice Till storms of threaten'd wrath ariseTill justice grasp th' avenging sword; And then the wretch, the sinner dies. HYMN 150. 7s. Mount Calvary. Montpelier. 1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent, Sinful soul, what hast thou done! 2 Yes, our sins have done the deed, Drove the nails that fix'd him there; Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, Pierc'd him with a soldier's spear'; Made his soul a sacrifice, For a sinful world he dies. 3 Will you let him die in vain, HMYN 151. 11, 8. Zion's Pilgrim. Solicitude. K. Election. Jer. xxxi. 3. 1 Cor. iv. 7. 1 IN songs of sublime adoration and praise; Ye pilgrims, for Zion who press, Break forth and extol the great Ancient of days, His rich and distinguishing grace. 2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you,Broke forth and discover'd its flame, When each with the cords of his kindness he drew, And brought you to love his great name. 3 O, had not he pitied the state you were in, Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt: You all would have liv'd, would have died too in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt. 4 What was there in you, that could merit esteem, Or give the Creator delight? 'Twas “Even so, Father," you ever must sing, "Because it seem'd good in thy sight." 5 Then give all the glory to his holy name, To him all the glory belongs; Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame, And crown him in each of your songs. HYMN 152. C. M. Mear. St. Martin's. Newton. The Lord's call. 2 Cor. vi. 17, 18. 1 LET us adore the grace that seeks Attend, 'tis God, the Saviour, speaks, 2 "Come forth," he says, "no more pursue 3 "My sons and daughters you shall be, And you shall claim and find in me, |