3 Before corruption, guilt, and fear,
My former comforts fell;
And I discover'd, standing near,
The dreadful depths of hell.
4 But Jesus pity'd my distress;
He heard my feeble cry,

Reveal'd his blood and righteousness,
And brought salvation nigh.

5 Dear Lord, since thou hast broke my bands And set the captive free,

I would devote my tongue, my hands,
My heart, my all to thee.

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,
Expecting to be lost;

2 We to the Lord, in humble prayer,
Breath'd out our sad distress;
Tho' feeble, yet with contrite hearts,
We begg'd return of peace.

3 The stormy winds did cease to blow,
The waves no more did roll;
And soon again a placid sea
Spoke comfort to each soul.

4 Oh! may our grateful, trembling hearts Sweet hallelujahs sing,

To him who hath our lives preserv'd,
Our Saviour, and our King.

5 Let us proclaim to all the world,
With heart and voice, again,
And tell the wonders he hath done
For us, the sons of men.

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;
Trembling I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace.
2 This tongue with blasphemies defil'd,
These feet to erring paths beguil'd,
In heav'nly league agree:

Who would believe such lips could praise,
Or think from dark and winding ways,
I e'er should turn to thee?

3 These eyes that once abus'd the light,
Now lift to thee their wat❜ry sight,
And weep a silent flood;

These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r,
Oh, wash away the stains they wear,
In pure redeeming blood.

4 These ears, that once could entertain
The midnight oath, the festive strain,
Around the sinful board;

Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest their joys,
And long to hear thy word.

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,
I still had stubborn been:

But mercy has my heart subdu'd—
A bleeding Saviour I have view'd,
And now I hate my sin.

2 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;

Releas'd from Satan's hard command,
See all my pow'rs in waiting stand,
To be employ'd by thee.

3 My will conform'd to thine would move ;
On thee my hope, desire, and love,
In fix'd attention join:

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,)
WHE
THEN any turn from Zion's way,

Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
"Wilt thou forsake me too?"

2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,
My faith will fail, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

3 'Tis thou alone hast power and grace,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom then shall I turn my face,
If I depart from thee,

4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd,
Thou art the CHRIST of GOD;
Who hast eternal life secur'd,
By promise and by blood.

5 The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my case!
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.

6 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

No love but thine can make me blest,
And satisfy my heart.

HYMN 407.

L. M.

STEELE.

TH

1HOU only Sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty Friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?

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;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

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HYMN 408. C. M.

To whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
If I depart from thee?

My guide thro' all this vale of wo,
And more than all to me.

2 The world reject thy gentle reign,
And pay thy death with scorn;
Oh, they could plat thy crown again,
And sharpen ev'ry thorn.