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6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of inine

In thine own crimson sea!
None but a bath of blood divine

Can melt the flint away.

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HYMN 99. C. M.

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The book of God's decrees.
1 ET the whole race of creatures lie

Abas'd before their God;
Whate'er bis sovereign voice has form'd

He governs with a nod.
2 (Ten thousand ages ere the skies

Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come

Stood present to his thought.
8 There's not a sparrow, or a worm,

But's found in his decrees ;
He raises monarchs to their thrones,

And sinks them as he please.]
If light attend the course I run,

'Tis he provides those rays;
And tis his hand that hides my sun,

If darkness cloud my days.
5 Yet I would not be much concern'd,

Nor vainly long to see,
In volumes of his

deep decrees,
What months are writ for me.
6 When he reveals the book of life,

Oh, may I read my name
Amongst the chosen of his love,

The fol'wers of the Lamb !

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HYMN 100. L. M. (6) The presence of Christ is the life of my soul.

TOW full of anguish is the thought, If God, at last, my sovereign Judge,

Should frown, and bid my soul depart! 2 Lord, when I quit this eartbly stage,

Where shall I dy but to thy breast;
For I have sought no other home,

For I have learn'd no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here,

Without some glimpses of thy face ;
And heaven, without thy presence there,

Would be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day,

And hold iny thoughts aside from thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light

Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit's paid

Between my Saviour and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!

How mournfully the minutes roll!
6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon

To live, yet part with all my blood;
To breathe, when vital air is gone,
Or thrive and grow without my food,
(Christ is my light, my life, my care,
My blessed hope, my heavenly prize;
Dearer than all my passions are,

My limbs, my bowels, or mine eyes.
8 The strings that twine about my heart,

Tortures and racks may tear them off;

But they can never, never part,

With their dear bold of Christ, my love) 9 (My God! and can a humble child,

That loves thee with a fame so bigh,
Be ever from thy face exil'd,

Without the pity of thine eye?
10 Impossible! for thine own hands

Have ty'd my heart so fast to thee!
And in thy book the promise stands,
That where thou art, thy friends must be.]

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HYMN 101. C. M.

(*) The world's three chief temptations. » HEN, in the light of faith divine,

We look on things below,
Honour, and gold,

and sepsual joy,
How vain and daug'rous too!
2 (Honour's a puff of noisy breath;

Yet ineu expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death,

To gain that airy good.
3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind,

And feed on shining dust,
They rob the serpent of his food,

Ti indulge a sordid lust.]
4 The pleasures that allure our sense,

Are Jang'rous'snares to souls ;
There's but a drop of flatring sweet,

And dash'd with bitter bowls. 5 God is mine all-sufficient good,

My portion and my choice ;
In him my vast desires are fill'd,

And all my powers rejoiec.

6 In vain the world accosts mine ear,

And tempts my heart anew;
I cannot buy your bliss so dear,

Nor part with heaven for you.

HYMN 102. L. M.

A happy resurrection.
ro, I'll repine at death no more,

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To the cold dungeon of the grave
These dying, with’ring limbs of mine.
Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust,
My God shall raise my frame anew,

At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies,

Bring that delightful, dreadful day;
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come!

Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay. 4 Our weary spirits faint to see

The light of thy returning face ;
And hear the language of those lips

Where God has shed his richest grace. 5 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,

Rouse all the pious sleeping clay;
That we may join in heavenly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day.)

HYMN 103. C. M.
Christ's commission. John iii. 16, 17.
CWE happy souls, approach your God

;
Come, tender to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.

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So strange, so boundless was the love

That pity'd dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.
3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd

With a revenging rod;
No hard commission to perform

The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came,

And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,

And wipe your sorrows dry: Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,

And you shall never die.
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls

Accept thine offer'd grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,

And give the Father praise.

HYMN 104. S. M.

The same.
AISE your triumphant songs

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Let the wide earth resound the deeds .

Celestial grace has done.
Sing how eternal Love

Its chief Beloved chose,
And bid him raise our wretched race

From their abyss of woes.
S His hand no thunder beari,

No terror clothes his brow;

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