And raise that favourite servant's head

Amidst th' angelic band.

CLXXXIV. C. M.

DODDRridge.

The Christian Warrior animated and crown'd.

HA

Rev. ii. 10.

[ARK! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice From his triumphant seat;

'Midst all the war's tumultuous noise,

How powerful and how sweet.

2 "Fight on my faithful band," he cries,
"Nor fear the mortal blow:
"Who first in such a warfare dies,
"Shall speediest victory know,

3

"I have my days of combat known,

"And in the dust was laid; "But thence I mounted to my throne, "And glory crowns my head.

4 "That throne, that glory you shall share;
"My hands the crown shall give;
"And you the sparkling honours wear,
"While God himself shall live."

5 Lord, 'tis enough; our souls are fir'd
With courage and with love;
Vain the assaults of earth, and hell;
Our hopes are fix'd above.

IN

CLXXXV. C. M. NEW SELEC.
Zeal for God.

N duties and in sufferings too
My Lord! I'd follow thee;

As thou hast done, so would I do
As thou art, would I be,

2 With zeal inflam'd, 'twas thy delight
To do thy father's will;
May equal zeal my soul excite
Thy precepts to fulfil.

3 Meekness, humility, and love,
Did through thy conduct shine;
Oh, may my whole deportment prove
A copy, Lord, of thine!

4 Depending on thy spy'reign grace,
I'll tread the heavenly road;
With willing mind my footsteps trace,
And climb to thine abode.

IMPORTANCE OF RELIGION. CLXXXVI. C. M. FAWCETT. Spiritual Mindedness; or, Inward Religion.

James 1. 27.

RELIGION is the chief

Of mortals here below;

concern

May I its great importance learn,

Its sovereign virtue know!

3 More needful this, than glittering wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amidst our youthful bloom;

"Twill fit us for declining age,

And for the awful tomb.

40 may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne:

And be my stubborn will subdu'd,
His government to own!

Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be join'd with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

6 [Preserve me from the snares of sin,"
Through my remaining days;
In me let ev'ry virtue shine
To my Redeemer's praise.
7 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;

And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies !]

THE PENITENT.

CLXXXVII. L. M. BEDDOME.
The humble Publican. Luke xviii. 13.

LORD, with a griev'd and aching heart,
To thee I look-to thee I cry;
Supply my wants, and ease my smart,
O help me soon, or else I die.

2 Here on my soul a burden lies,
No human power can it remove;
My numerous sins like mountains rise,
Do thou reveal thy pardoning love.
3 Break off these adamantine chains,
From cruel bondage set me free;
Rescue from everlasting pains,
And bring me safe to heaven and thee.

CLXXXVIII. C. M.

RIPPON'S SELEĆ,

Humble pleading for Mercy.

LORD at thy feet we sinners lie,

And knock at mercy's door;

With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favonr we implore.

2 [On us, the vast extent display
Of thy forgiving love;

Take all our heinous guilt away,
This heavy load remove.

3 We sink, with all this weight oppress'd,
Sink down to death and hell;
O, give our troubled spirits rest,
Our numerous fears dispel.]
4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore,
0 may thy bowels move!
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.

5 0, for thy own, for Jesus's sake, Our many sins forgive;

Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
And breaking soon relieve.

6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,
And thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne.

CLXXXIX. C. M. Charmouth tune.
S. STENNETT.

The Penitent.

1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet A guilty rebel lies;

And upwards to the mercy scat
Presumes to lift his

eyes.

20 let not justice frown me hence:

Stay, stay the vengeful storm: Forbid it that Omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To the debt I owe,

pay

Tears should from both my weeping eyes

In ceaseless torrents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt;

No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood but thou hast spilt.

5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive:

Justice will well approve the word,
That bids the sinner live.

Why weepest thou? John xx. 13. 1 VHY, O my soul, why weepest thou? Tell me from whence arise Those briny tears that often flow, Those groans that pierce the skies?

2 Is sin the cause of thy complaint,
Or the chastising rod?

Dost thou an evil heart lament,
And mourn an absent God?

3 Lord, let me weep for nought but sin,
And after none but thee,

And then, I would, O that I might!
A constant weeper be!

CXCI. C. M.

The contrile heart.

THE

CowPER.

Isaiah lvii. 15.

HE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;

Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart or no?