3 Before corruption, guilt, and fear, Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, 5 Dear Lord, since thou hast broke my bands And set the captive free, I would devote my tongue, my hands, HYMN 403. C. M. MADAN'S COL. UR little bark on boist'rous seas, 10 By cruel tempest tost, Without one cheerful beam of hope, 2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer, 3 The stormy winds did cease to blow, 4 Oh! may our grateful, trembling hearts Sweet hallelujahs sing, To him who hath our lives preserv'd, 5 Let us proclaim to all the world, HYMN 404. C. P. M. BROWN. True convert. 2 Cor. v. 17. 1W "Dear Saviour, my revolving breast HEN with my mind devoutly press'd, Would past offences trace; Who would believe such lips could praise, 3 These eyes that once abus'd the light, These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r, 4 These ears, that once could entertain Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise, 5 Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part; Go on, bless'd Lord, to cleanse my heart, That drossy thing refine; That grace may nature's pow'rs control, And a new creature, body, soul, Be all and wholly thine. HYMN 405. 1 TF God had bid his thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, But mercy has my heart subdu'd— 2 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone; Releas'd from Satan's hard command, 3 My will conform'd to thine would move ; My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Have Satan's servants been too long, But now they shall be thine. 4 And can I be the very same, Who lately durst blaspheme thy name, And on thy gospel tread? Surely each one, who hears my case, Will praise thee, and confess thy grace Invincible indeed! HYMN 406. C. M. NEWTON. Will ye also go away? John vi. 67-69. 1 WAS numbers often do,) Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine, 3 'Tis thou alone hast power and grace, 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd, 5 The help of men and angels join'd, 6 No voice but thine can give me rest, No love but thine can make me blest, HYMN 407. L. M. STEELE. TH 1HOU only Sov'reign of my heart, 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and wo, One glimpse of happiness afford? 3 Thy Name my inmost pow'rs adore ; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from thee!-'tis death-'tis more, 'Tis endless ruin-deep despair! 4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; 1 10 HYMN 408. C. M. To whom, my Saviour, shall I go, My guide thro' all this vale of wo, 2 The world reject thy gentle reign, |