4 Lord, speak these words to ev'ry heart, By thine Almighty voice;

That we may now from sin depart,

And make thy love our choice.

HYMN 153. C. M.

Newton.

Barby. Abridge.

Grace reigning. Rom. v. 21.

1 NOW may the Lord reveal his face,
And teach our stamm'ring tongues
To make his sovʼreign, reigning grace,
The subject of our songs!

2 Grace reigns to pardon crimson sins,
To melt the hardest hearts;
And, from the work it once begins,
It never more departs.

3 'Twas grace that call'd our souls at first, By grace thus far we're come,

And grace will help us through the worst, And lead us safely home.

HYMN 154. S. M.

Doddridge.

Northampton. Shirland. Pelham.

Salvation by grace. Eph. ii. 5.

1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound;
Harmonious to the ear!

Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.
3 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour, I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

HYMN 155.

C. M.

Newton.

Arlington. Springfield. Keene.

1 AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound, That sav'd a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found-
Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd;

How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd.

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come;

'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease;

I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

HYMN 156. 7s.

Pleyel's. Somerset.

Newton.

1 SOVEREIGN grace hath power alone
To subdue a heart of stone;
And the moment grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.

2 When the Lord was crucified,
Two transgressors with him died;
One, with vile blaspheming tongue,
Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung.

3 Thus he spent his wicked breath
In the very jaws of death;

Perish'd, as too many do,

With the Saviour in his view.

4 But the other touch'd with grace, Saw the danger of his case; Faith receiv'd to own the Lord,

Whom the scribes and priests abhorr❜d.

5 Lord,' he pray'd, remember me,
When in glory thou shalt be:'

'Soon with me,' the Lord replies,
• Thou shalt rest in paradise.'

6 This was wondrous grace indeed,
Grace bestow'd in time of need!
Sinners, trust in Jesus' name,
You shall find him still the same.

HYMN 157.

C. M.

Plymouth Chapel. Windsor.

Steele.

Pardon. Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4.

1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word.

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, Return:" Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn;

Oh, take the wand'rer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive.
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!
That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore;

Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN 158. C. M.

Springfield. Windsor.

Stennett.

The converted thief. Luke xxiii. 39–43.
1 AS on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died,
He pour'd salvation on a wretch,
That languish'd at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, The penitent confess'd;

Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:
3 "Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven,
Thou spotless Lamb of God!

I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.

4 "Yet quickly from these scenes of wo,
In triumph shalt thou rise,
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

5 "Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me,

And in the vict'ries of thy death
Let me a sharer be."

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies:
"To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise."

HYMN 159.

L. M.

Gibbons.

Cumberland. Stirling. Moreton.

Luke vii. 47.

1 FORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound
To anxious souls, condemn'd to die;
Publish the bliss, the world around;
Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky.

2 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand,
And like the mountains for their size,