The seas of sov'reign grace expand, The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 3 For this stupendous love of heav'n, What grateful honors shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiv'n, Let love in equal ardor glow.

1 TO God I cried, when troubles rose;
He heard me and subdu'd my foes;
He did my rising fears control,

And strength diffus'd through all my soul.
Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows and from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

HMYN 161.

11s.

Walsal. Idumea.

Kennady.

Precious promises. 2 Pet. i. 4.

1 HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the

Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!

What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled:

2"Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,

For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 When through the deep waters I call thee to go,

The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 5 E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove

My sov'reign, eternal unchangeable love; And then, when grey hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

6 The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for re

pose,

I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I'll never-no never-no never forsake."

HYMN 162.

L. M.

Doddridge.

Angel's Hymn. Blendon.

Christ, the Believer's Ark. 1 Pet. iii. 20. 1 THE deluge, at th' Almighty's call, In what impetuous streams it fell! Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, And swept a guilty world to hell,

2 How dire the wreck! how loud the roar! How shrill the universal cry

Of millions in the last despairRe-echo'd from the low'ring sky!— 3 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint, Surrounded with the chosen few, Sat in his ark, secure from fear, And sang the grace that steer'd him thro'. 4 So may I sing, in Jesus safe,

While storms of vengeance round me fall; Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd, Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.

5 Enter thine ark, while patience waits,
Nor ever quit that sure retreat;

Then the wide flood, that buries earth,
Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.

HYMN 163. 7s.

Madan's Col.

Redeeming Love. Bath Abbey.

Redeemer.

1 NOW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove;
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears,
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin!
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd-
Welcome to his sacred rest :
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing-but redeeming love.
6 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string;
Mortals, join the hosts above-
Join to praise redeeming love.

Stade. Braintree.

Watts.

1 PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners layWithout one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day!

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

He saw-and (Oh 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 Oh, for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious, human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

Cambridge. St. Thomas.

Newton

1 PREPARE a thankful song

To the Redeemer's name;

Let his high praise employ our tongue, And every heart inflame.

2 He laid his glory by,

And bitter pains endur'd;
That rebels such as you and I,
From wrath might be secur'd.
3 The Holy Ghost he sends,

Our stubborn souls to move:
To make his enemies his friends,
And conquer them by love.
4 Assur'd that Christ our King,
Will put our foes to flight;
We on the field of battle sing,
And triumph while we fight.