Newton. HYMN 366. L. M. Blendon. Bath. The happy change. 1 IN sin by blinded passions led, In search of fancied good we range; The paths of disappointment tread, To nothing fix'd-but love of change. 2 But, when the Holy Ghost imparts The knowledge of the Saviour's love; Our wand'ring, weary, restless hearts, Are then renew'd, no more to rove. 3 Now a new principle takes place, Which guides and animates the will; This love, another name for grace, Constrains to good and bars from ill. 4 By love's pure light we soon perceive end; Our noblest bliss and proper And gladly ev'ry idol leave, To love and serve our Lord and Friend. Ganges. Chapel. Willoughby. Ockum. 1 AWAK'D by Sinai's awful sound, 2 When to the law I trembling fled, 279 This fearful truth increas'd my pain, "The sinner must be born again,' And whelm'd my tortur'd mind. 3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast, oppressive load; Alas, I read, and saw it plain, "The sinner must be born again," Or drink the wrath of God. 4 The saints I heard with rapture tell, How Jesus conquer'd Death and Hell, And broke the fowler's snare; Yet, when I found this truth remain, "The sinner must be born agair," I sunk in deep despair. 5 But while I thus in anguish lay, The sinner, by his justice slain, C. M. Colchester. Barby. The Prodigal. Luke xv. 11-24. 1 THANKLESS-the Prodigal receives The bounty of his Sire, Rejoicing only in the hope To have his own desire. 2 And far from home, in climes of vice, He joins the heedless throng; Begins in pleasure to rejoice, 3 But lo, the famine coming on, 4 The terrors of the world to come HYMN 369. C. M. Wantage. Buckingham. Returning. Part II. 1 THE Prodigal, with streaming eyes, Reviews his wand'rings with surprise; 2 1 starve, he cries, nor can I bear While servants of my Father share 3 With deep repentance I'll return 4 Far off He saw him slowly move, The Father ran with arms of love To welcome his return. 5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, HYMN 370. C. M. Part III. H. Clarendon. Barby. 1 MY soul!-thy hasty censure spare, 2 Hast thou th' unwearied gifts of heaven 3 In the "far country" of thy sin, Shirland. Orange. Wirksworth. From year to year a sinful soul 2 The voice of one unknown, 5 That voice dispell'd the charm, He saw his sins with fresh alarm, 6 Unable to endure, He call'd for aid divine The great Physician wrought the cure; THE CONVERT. HYMN 372. L. M. Surry. Armley. Tatlock. 1 FAR from thy fold, O God, my feet Once mov'd in error's devious maze, Nor found religious duties sweet, Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways. |