HYMN 157. C. M.

STEELE.

Pardon. Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4.

1HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart

Has wander'd from the Lord!

How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word.

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, "Return:"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;

Oh, take the wand'rer home.

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3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous. love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!
That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

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Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN 158. C. M.

STENNETT.

The converted thief. Luke xxiii. 39–43.

AS on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and dy'd,

He pour'd salvation on a wretch,
That languish'd at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame; The penitent confess'd;

Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:
3"Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven,
Thou spotless Lamb of God!

I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.

4 "Yet quickly from these scenes of wo,
In triumph shalt thou rise,
Burst thro' the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

5" Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me,
And in the vict'ries of thy death
Let me a sharer be."

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies:

To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise."

HYMN 159.

L. M.

GIBBONS.

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Luke vii. 47.

ORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound
To anxious souls, condemn'd to die;
Publish the bliss, the world around;
Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky.

2 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand,
And like the mountains for their size,

The seas of sov'reign grace expand, The seas of sov'reign grace arise. 3 For this stupendous love of heav'n,

What grateful honors shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiv'n, Let love in equal ardor glow.

HYMN 160.

L. M.

WATTS.

Perseverance. Phil. i. 6.

1 10 God I cry'd, when troubles rose;

my foes;

He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.
2 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

3 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows and from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

HYMN 161. 11s.

KENNADY.

Precious promises. 2 Pet. i. 4.

1HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the

Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!

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What more can he say than to you he hath said,

Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled: 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,

For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 3 When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go,

The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
4 When thro' fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
5 E'en down to old age, all my people shall

prove

My sov'reign, eternal unchangeable love; And then, when grey hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

6"The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose,

I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, tho' all hell should endeavour to shake,

I'll never no never-no never forsake."

HYMN 162.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Christ, the Believer's Ark. 1 Pet. iii. 20.
HE deluge, at th' Almighty's call,

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In what impetuous streams it fell! Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, And swept a guilty world to hell.

2 How dire the wreck! how loud the roar! How shrill the universal cryOf millions in the last despairRe-echo'd from the low'ring sky!3 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint, Surrounded with the chosen few, Sat in his ark, secure from fear, And sang the grace that steer'd him thro'. 4 So may I sing, in Jesus safe,

While storms of vengeance round me fall;
Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd,
Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.
5 Enter thine ark, while patience waits,
Nor ever quit that sure retreat;

Then the wide flood, that buries earth,
Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.

HYMN 163. 7s.

1 NOV

MADAN'S COL.

Redemption.

[OW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;

Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove;
Triumph in redeeming love.