HYMN 74. C. M.

Springfield. Clarendon.

Newton.

The leper healed. Matt. viii. 2, 3.

1 WHEN the poor leper's case I read,
My own describ'd I feel;
Sin is a leprosy indeed,

Which none but CHRIST can heal.

2 What anguish did my soul endure,
Till hope and patience ceas'd?
The more I strove myself to cure,
The more the plague increas’d.

3 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw
The Saviour passing by;

To him, though fill'd with shame and awe,
I rais'd my mournful cry:

4 "Lord, thou canst heal me, if thou wilt, Oh, pity to me show;

Oh, cleanse my leprous soul from guilt;
My filthy heart renew."

5 He heard, and with a gracious look,
Fronounc'd the healing word:

"I will be clean," and while he spoke
I felt my health restor❜d.

6 Come, sinners, seize the

present hour

The Saviour's grace to prove;
He can relieve, for he is pow'r-
He will, for he is love.

HYMN 75. C. M. Montgomery.

Barby. Springfield.

The soul. Mark viii. 36.

1 WHAT is the thing of greatest price, The whole creation round?That which was lost in Paradise, That which in Christ is found:

2 The soul of man-Jehovah's breathThat keeps two worlds at strife; Hell moves beneath to work its death, Heaven stoops to give it life.

3 God, to redeem it, did not spare
His well beloved Son;

Jesus, to save it, deign'd to bear
The sins of all in one.

4 And is this treasure borne below,
In earthen vessels frail?

Can none its utmost value know,
Till flesh and spirit fail?

5 Then let us gather round the cross,
That knowledge to obtain;
Not by the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.

HYMN 76. C. M.

Newmark. Colchester.

Rippon.

1 LORD, shall we part with gold for dross, With solid good for show!

Outlive our bliss, and mourn our loss
In everlasting wo!

2 Let us not lose the living God,
For one short dream of joy:
With fond embrace cling to a clod,
And fling all heav'n away.

3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, We all thy charms defy;

And rate our precious souls too dear
For all thy wealth to buy.

HYMN 77. C. M.

Reading. Windsor.

E. Jones.

Resolve. Esther iv. 16.

1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast, A thousand thoughts revolve;

Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd
And make this last resolve:

2 "Ill go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
"And there my guilt confess,
"I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
“Without his sov’reign grace.

4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,

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Perhaps will hear my pray'r;
"But, if I perish, I will pray,
"And perish only there.

5"I can but perish if I go;
I am resolv d to try:

"For if I stay away, I know
"I must for ever die."

HYMN 78.

L. M.

Lee.

Bath. Carthage. Armley.

Religion. Prov. iv. 7.

1 TEACH us, O Lord, the great concern, To know thy will, thy name to love; Our duty from thy word to learn, And gain the wisdom from above. 2 Religion, richest blessing given, Fountain of all our joys below, Bids mortals lift their eyes to heaven, In scenes of darkness and of wo. 3 Religion must be all in all,

Would we th' immortal prize obtain, Retrieve the ruins of the fall,

And 'scape the death of endless pain. 4 Send thy good Spirit, Lord, we pray, To sanctify and cleanse our heart: May we repent, believe, obey,

And from thy service ne'er depart.
HYMN 79. C. M.

Chapel. Walsal

The woman of Samaria. John iv. 1 LIKE her who in Samaria's bound, Beneath a sultry sky,

Oft at the Patriarch's well was found,
Her weary toil to ply

2 Thus we our measur'd span employ
In labors, long and vain-

We try each boasted fount of joy,
And drink-and thirst again.

3 0 thou, who with a pitying heart,
Didst hear her earnest tale,
To us that living stream impart,
Whose waters never fail.

4 So shall our broken cisterns here,
By fickle dew-drops fed,
No more awake the bitter tear,
Or bow the sorrowing head-
5 A holy fountain in the soul,
Eternally shall rise,

Supplied by those pure streams that roll
Where pleasure never dies.

HYMN 80. C. M.

Newmark. Barby.

1 AT Jacob's well a stranger sought
His drooping frame to cheer:
Samaria's daughter little thought
That Jacob's God was near.

2 This had she known, her fainting mind
For richer draughts had sigh'd;
Nor had Messiah, ever kind,

Those richer draughts denied.

3 The man, who came on earth to die How few appear to know!

The friend of sinners, passing by,
Is still esteem'd a foe.