2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake;
The sea can roar, the mountains shake:
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3 To hear the sorrow thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt,
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
4 But pow'r divine can do the deed,
And much to feel that pow'r I need;-
Come, Holy Spirit, and refine,

And move, and melt this heart of mine.
HYMN 340. C. M.
Newton.

Martyr's. Lucan.

Belshazzar. Dan. v. 5, 6.

1 POOR sinners! little do they think
With whom they have to do!
They stand securely on the brink
Of everlasting wo.

2 Chaldea's king, profanely bold,
The Lord of hosts defied;
But vengeance soon his boasts control'd,
And humbled all his pride.

3 He saw a hand upon the wall,

And trembled on his throne,

Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall,
In characters unknown.

4 His pomp and music, guests and wine,
No more delight afford:

O sinner, ere this case be thine,
Begin to seek the Lord.

5 The law, like this hand-writing, stands,
And speaks the wrath of God;
But Jesus answers its demands,
And cancels it with blood.

HYMN 341.

C. M.

Wantage. Standish.

The sinner's complaint.

Strong.

1 LONG have I walk'd this dreary road,
Beset with darkness round;

Nor seen, nor heard a smiling God,
Nor one bright moment found.

2 Others, who once did join my speech,
And mourn'd in painful lay,
Now, mounting up with rapture, stretch
To seize a heav'nly day.

3 Far left behind to feel my wo,
With harden'd heart to groan,
Each pray'r, each struggle sinks me low,
Each breath repeats my moan.
4 The lengthen'd day, the gloomy night,
Draw fast the bands of grief:

Sometimes despair o'erclouds my sight, "There's no relief."

And says,

5 Then conscience thunders, Sinai flamesI try again to rise;

The trial fails, and conscience blames
My pray'rs, my tears, my cries.

6 'Tis thus perplex'd, forlorn, and lost, I spend my weary days;

No Jesus comes, my hopes are cross'd,
While other's sing, and praise.

HYMN 342. L. M.

Limehouse. Wells.

God's answer.

Strong

1 SINNER, behold, I've heard thy groan, I know thy heart, thy life I've known; I've seen thy hope from grace proclaim'd, Thy trembling fear when Sinai flam'd. 2 To me, the mighty God, attend, In me, behold the sinner's friend; 'Twas I who gave thy conscience voice, Thou hast oppos'd by sinful choice. 3 Think not to bribe my sov'reign grace, Nor move me by a sorrowing face; 'Tis thine own heart makes grace delay, And hides a pard'ning glorious day. 4 Mov'd by thy fear, and not by love, Thy daily pray'rs are sent above; Thou hast not wish'd my will to meet, Nor lain submissive at my feet.

5 Should thy proud will at length submit, With holy sorrow deeply smit,

Thy voice would be the first to say,
I'm glorious in this long delay.

6 Stay, sinner, cease my grace to chide,
Nor think thy moan such sin can hide,

Delay no more, repent and live,
Or meet the death my wrath must give.
HYMN 343. H. M.

Eagle Street, Bethesda.

Who can tell? Jonah iii. 9.

1 GREAT God, to thee I make
My sins and sorrows known;
And with a trembling heart
Approach thine awful throne;
Though by my sins deserving hell,
I must repent-for who can tell?—
20 thou, who by a word

My drooping soul canst cheer,
And by thy Spirit form

Thy glorious image there—
My heart subdue, my fears dispel,
I must repent-for who can tell ?—

3 While conscience thunders loud,
To thee alone I fly-
Fall down before thy face

And mightily will cry

Though fears prevail that I shall dwell In endless flames-yet who can tell?

4 God hath an ear to hear,

While I've a heart to pray

To him I will submit,

And give myself away:

If he be mine, all will be well,
For ever so-and who can tell?

Bridgeport. Wirksworth.

Cowper.

1 MY former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;

But sure, a friendly whisper says, Flee from the wrath to come."

4 I see, or think I see,

A glimm'ring from afar;

A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.

Toplady.

Jer. xvii. 9. Matt. xv. 19

Shirland. St. Thomas.

1 ASTONISH'D and distress'd,
1 turn mine eyes within;

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