CONVICTION AND CONVERSION.

HYMN 359. C. M.

Wantage. Martyr's.

Strong.

Slain and reviving. Rom. vii. 9.

1 SMOTE by the law, I'm justly slain;
Great God, behold my case;
Pity a sinner fill'd with pain,
Nor drive me from thy face.

2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul-
Thy justice, all in flames,

Gives sentence on this heart so foul,
So hard, so full of crimes.

3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel;
I fear, but don't relent,-
Perhaps of endless death the seal:
Oh, that I could repent!

4 My pray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile;
My duties black with guilt;
On such a wretch can mercy smile,
Though Jesus' blood was spilt ?

5 Speechless I sink to endless night,
I see an op'ning hell;

But lo! what glory strikes my sight!
Such glory who can tell!

6 Enrapp'd in these bright beams of peace I feel a gracious God:

Swell, swell the note: Oh, tell his grace;
Sound his high praise abroad!

HYMN 360. 8,7, 4.

Tamworth. Jordan. Littleton.
The surrender.

1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Welcome to this heart of mine:
Lord, I make a full surrender,
Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine,
Thine entirely,

Through eternal ages thine.
2 Known to all to be thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession,
When they find the Lord is near—
Shout, O Zion!

Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!

HYMN 361.

L. M. Livingstone.

Luther's Hymn. Bath.

Conviction and conversion.

Ps. cvii. 17-20.

1 THE sinner's flatt'ring dreams are fled, Destruction hovers o'er his head;

And conscience throws her darts around, And poison rankles in each wound. 2 Despair and death his heart assail, And all his hopes of comfort fail; Till, deeply humbled in the dust, He owns his punishment is just. 3 Then Penitence beside him stands, With brow severe, but healing hands; The wounds she probes, the balm applies To heav'n directs the mourner's sighs.

4 To heav'n his streaming eyes he rears,
And Mercy's radiant form appears;
She whispers peace and hope within,
His sorrows cease-his joys begin.
HYMN 362. C. M.

Buckingham. Wantage.

Hoskins.

The Jailor. Acts xvi. 30, 31.

1 "WHAT must I do," the jailor cries,
"To save my sinking soul?"

"Believe in Christ," the word replies,
Thy faith shall make thee whole."

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2 Our works are all the works of sin,
Our nature quite deprav'd:
Jesus alone can make us clean ;-
By grace are sinners sav'd.

3 Come, sinners, then, the Saviour trust, To wash you in his blood;

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To change your hearts, subdue lust,
And bring you home to God.

HYMN 363. C. M.

Barby. Moar.

Newton.

Heart taken. Luke xi. 21, 22.

1 THE castle of the human heart,
Strong in its native sin,

Is guarded well in every part,
By him who dwells within.

2 For Satan there in arms resides,
And calls the place his own;

With care against assaults provides,

And rules as on a throne.

3 But Jesus, stronger far than he,
In his appointed hour,
Appears to set his people free
From the usurper's pow'r.

4 "This heart I bought with blood,” he cries,
"And now it shall be mine;"
His voice the strong man arm'd dismays;
He knows he must resign.

5 In spite of unbelief and pride,
And self and Satan's art,
The gates of brass fly open wide,
And Jesus wins the heart.

HYMN 364. S. M.

St. Thomas. Dover.

1 BENEATH the pois'nous dart
Of Satan's rage I fell-
How narrowly my feet escap'd
The snares of death and hell!
2 Darkness, and shame, and grief
Oppress'd my gloomy mind;
I look'd around me for relief,
But no relief could find.

3 At length, to God I cried;
He heard my plaintive sigh;
He heard, and instantly he sent
Salvation from on high.

4 Oh, may I ne'er forget
The mercy of my God!

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Nor ever want a tongue to spread
His loudest praise abroad.

HYMN 365.

8, 7.

Newton.

Northampton Chape!. Sicilian Hymn.
Bartimeus. Mark x. 48.

1 "MERCY, O thou son of David!"
Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."

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2 Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, "Come, and ask me what you 3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging us'd to live; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted Alms which none but he could give. 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, "Let my eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks, I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around;

"Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found!

6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me!

Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."