HYMN 166.

C. M.

Hoskins.

Bray. Dundee

Regeneration. John iii. 5, 7.

1 SINNERS, this solemn truth regard, Hear, all ye sons of men;

For Christ the Saviour hath declar'd, "Ye must be born again."

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain;

Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
Ye must be born again."

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3 Our nature's totally deprav'd

The heart a sink of sin;

Without a change we can't be sav'd;
"Ye must be born again."

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain;
Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,
That we are born again.

HYMN 167.

C. M.

Braintree. Irish.

Watts.

1 ATTEND, while God's exalted Son
Doth his own glories shew;
Behold him seated on his throne,
Creating all things new.

2 Mighty Redeemer! set me free
From my old state of sin;

Oh, make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.

3 Open mine eyes, unstop mine ears,
And form my heart afresh;

Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

4 Far from the regions of the dead,

From sin, and earth, and hell;

In the new world that grace has made, I would for ever dwell.

HYMN 168. C. M.

Windsor. Bangor.

1 CAN aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine
To form the heart anew.

2 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

3 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live,

A beam of heav'n, a vital ray'Tis thine alone to give.

4 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our pow'rs, Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN 169. C. M.

Mear. Colchester.

Efficacious grace.

Wallin.

Ps. xlv. 3, 5.

1 HAIL! mighty Jesus; how divine
Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word.

2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give; They pierce the hardest heart :

Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds to smart.

3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Come with majestic sway,

Down from thy glorious throne on high,
And make thy foes obey.

4 And when thy vict'ries are complete ;
When all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing thy conquering grace;

5 Oh, may my humble soul be found
Among that favor'd band!

And I, with them, thy praise will sound
As round the throne we stand.

HYMN 170.

C. M.

Buckingham. Windsor.

Watts.

Sanctification and pardon.

WHERE shall we sinners hide our heads?

Can rocks or mountains save?

Or shall we wrap us in the shades
Of midnight and the grave?

2 Is there no shelter from the eye
Of an avenging God?

Jesus, to thy dear wounds we fly,
Bedew us with thy blood.

3 Those guardian drops our souls secure,
And wash away our sins;
Eternal justice frowns no more,

And conscience smiles within.

4 We bless that wond'rous purple stream,
That cleanses every stain;

Our souls are yet but half redeem'd,
If sin, the tyrant, reign.

5 Lord, blast his empire with thy breath,
That cursed throne must fall;

Ye flatt'ring plagues, that work our death, Fly, for we hate you all.

LAW AND GOSPEL.

HYMN 171. L. M.

Carthage. Green's Hundredth.

The Law and Gospel.

Watts.

1 WHILE Sinai roars, and round the earth, Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flingsJesus, thy dear, expiring breath,

And Calvary, speak gentler things.

2 Pardon, and grace, and boundless love,
Streaming along a Saviour's blood;
And life, and joys, and crowns above,
Purchas'd by our redeeming God.

3 Hark! how he prays, (the charming sound
Dwells on his dying lips)-FORGIVE!
And every groan, and gaping wound,
Cries, "Father let the rebels live!"
4 Go, ye that rest upon the law,

And toil and seek salvation there;
Look to the flames that Moses saw,
And shrink, and tremble, and despair.
5 But I'll retire beneath the cross;
Saviour, at thy dear feet I'll lie :

And the keen sword that justice draws,
Flaming, and red, shall pass me by.

Cowper.

1 HOW long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!
I toil'd, the precept to obey,
But toil'd, without success.

2 Then, all my servile works were done,
A righteousness to raise ;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose his ways.

3 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,
And hear his pard'ning voice,
Will change a slave into a child,
And duty, into choice.