O happy souls that know the sound,
Celestial light their steps surround,
And show the jubilee begun,

Which through eternal years shall run.

XXVIII. C. M. S. Stenneft.

The glorious Gospel of the blessed God. 1 Tim. i. 11.
W Through all the gospel shine!
WHAT wisdom, majesty and grace

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'Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.

2 Down from his starry throne on high,
Th' almighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

3 The mighty debt his people ow'd,
Upon the cross he pays;

Then through the clouds ascends to God,
Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

4 There he our great high priest appears
Before his Father's throne;

His blood perfumes our pray'rs and tears
And brings salvation down.

5 Great God, with rev'rence we adore
Thy justice and thy grace;
And on thy faithfulness and power
Our firm dependance place.

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XXIX. L. M. Watts's Sermons.
The Gospel is the Power of God to Salvation
Rom. i. 16.

W That seeks relief for all his woe?

HAT shall the dying sinner do,

Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind?
2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv❜n,
Or form our spirits fit for heav'n?
Can souls, all o'er defil'd with sin,
Make their own powers and passions clean ?
3 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh;
"Tis there that power and glory dwell
That save rebellious souls from hell.

4 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, we trust the word
And find salvation in the Lord..

5 Let men or angels dig the mines
Where nature's golden treasure shines;
Brought near the doctrine of the cross,
All nature's gold appears but dross.
6 Should vile blasphemers, with disdain,
Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain,
We'll meet the scandal and the shame,
And sing and triumph in his name.

XXX. C. M. Watts's Sermons.

A rational defence of the Gospel.
HALL Atheists dare insult the cross

Sof our incarnate God?

Shall infidels revile his truth,

And trample on his blood?

2 What if he choose mysterious ways
To cleanse us from our faults?
May not the works of sov'reign grace
Transcend our feeble thoughts?

3 What if his gospel bids us strive
With flesh, and self, and sin?
The prize is most divinely bright,
That we are call'd to win.

4 What if the men, despis'd on earth,
Still of his grace partake?

This but confirms his truth the move,
For so the prophets spake.

5 Do some that own his sacred truth,
Indulge their souls in sin?

None should reproach the Saviour's name,
His laws are pure and clean.

6 Then let our faith be firm and strong,
Our lips profess his word;

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Nor ever shun those holy men,
Who fear and love the Lord.

DOCTRINES,

ELECTION.

XXXI. L. M. Beddome.

The consequences of Election. Rom. viii. 35, 29.

HO shall condemn to endless flames

W The chosen people of our God?

Since in the book of life their names
Are fairly writ in Jesus' blood.

2 He, for the sins of all th' elect,
Hath a complete atonement made;
As well as in their nature kept
The law, which he for them obey'd.
3 Not tribulation, nakedness-
Not faminé, peril, nor the sword;
Not persecution, nor distress,

Can separate from Christ the Lord.

4 Nor life, nor death, nor depth nor beight,
Nor powers below, nor powers above;
Not present things, nor things to come,
Can change his purposes of love.

5 His sovereign mercy knows no end,
His faithfulness shall still endure:
And those who on his word depend,
Shall find his word for ever sure.

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XXXII. As the 148th. L. H. C.

Eternal and unchangeable love. 2 Tim. i. 12.
Chap. ii. 13. Phil. i. 6.

MY distressful heart,

How small thy faith appears!

But greater, Lord, thou art,
Than all my doubts and fears:
Did Jesus once upon me shine?
Then Jesus is for ever mine.
2 Unchangeable his will,

Though dark inay be my frame;
His loving heart is still

Eternally the same:

My soul through many changes goes;
His love no variation knows.

3 Thou, Lord, wilt carry on,

And perfectly perform
The work thou hast begun
In me a sinful worm;

Midst all my fears, and sin and woe,
Thy spirit will not let me go.

4 The bowels of thy grace

At first did freely move:
I still shall see thy face,
And feel that God is love!
Myself into thy arms I cast;
Lor, save, O save my soul at last.

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ADOPTION.

XXXIII. C. M. Doddridge.
Abba, Father. Gal. iv. 6.

OV'REIGN of all the worlds on high,
Allow my humble claim;

Nor, while a worm would raise its head
Disdain a father's name.

2 My Father God! how sweet the sound!
How tender, and how dear!

Not all the harmony of heaven
Could so delight the ear.

3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my expanding heart;

And show, that in Jehovah's grace
I share a filial part.

4 Cheer'd by a signal so divine,
Unwavering I believe;

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And Abba, Father, humbly cry,
Nor can this sign deceive.

COVENANT.

XXXIV. C. M. Doddridge. Support in God's covenant under trouble. 2 Sam. xxiii. 5.

Y God, the covenant of thy love
Abides for ever sure;

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And in its matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.

2 What though my house be not with thee, As nature could desire?

To nobler joys than nature gives,
Thy servants all aspire.

3 Since thou, the everlasting God,
My father art become;

Jesus my guardian and my friend,
And heaven my final home;

4 I welcome all thy sov'reign will,
For all that will is love;

And when I know not what thou dost,

I wait the light above.

5 Thy covenant the last accent claims
Of this poor faltering tongue;

And that shall the first notes employ
Of my celestial song.

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XXXV. 112th. Bentley's Colleca Pleading the covenant. Psalm lxxiv. 20. LORD my God, whose sov'reign love Is still the same, nor e'er can move; Look to the covenant, and see, Has not thy love been shown to me? Remember me, my dearest friend, And love me always to the end. 2 Be with me still, as heretofore, And help me forward more and more. My strong, my stubborn will incline To be obedient still to thine: O lead me by thy gracious hand, And guide me safe to Canaan's land.

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REDEMPTION.

XXXVI. L. M. Steele.

Redemption by Christ alone. 1 Pet. i. 18, 19.
NSLAV'D by sin and bound in chains,
Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway,

And doom'd to everlasting pains,

We wretched, guilty eaptives lay.

2 Nor gold nor gems could buy our peace;
Nor the whole world's collected store
Suffice to purchase our release;
A thousand worlds were all too poor.
3 Jesus the Lord, the mighty God,
An all-sufficient ransom paid:
Invalu'd price! his precious blood
For vile rebellious traitors shed.
4 Jesus the sacrifice became

To rescue guilty souls from hell;
The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb,
Beneath avenging justice fell.
5 Amazing goodness! love divine!
O may our grateful hearts adore
The matchless grace, nor yield to sit,
Nor wear its cruel fetters more!
6 Dear Saviour, let thy love pursue
The glorious work it has begun,
Each secret lurking foe subdue,
And let our hearts be thine alone.

XXXVII. L. M. S. Stennett.
It is finished. John xix. 30.
IS finished, so the Saviour cried,
head and died,