2 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 No hard commission to perform But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 1 2 We bless the great Redeemer's love, R HYMN 104. S. M. The same. AISE your triumphant songs Let the wide earth resound the deeds. Celestial grace has done. Sing how eternal Love And bid him raise our wretched race No bolts to drive our guilty souls 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons down 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, 6 Lord, we obey thy call; To the salvation thou hast brought, HYMN 103. C. M. [b] · Repentance flowing from the patienœ of God 1 ND are we wretches yet alive? A And dare we yet rebel? 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love, 2 The burden of our weighty guilt Almighty goodness cries, Forbear! Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see M 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command; No more will we obey; Stretch out, O God, thy conqu’ring hand, HYMN 106. C. M. Repentance at the cross. 10 How would I vent my sighs! H if my soul was form'd for wo, Repentance should like rivers flow, 2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord S Oh! how I hate those lusts of mine [b] Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh 4.Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die; 5 Whilst, with a melting, broken heart, HYMN 107. C. M. (b) The everlasting absence of God intolerable. 1 HAT awful day will surely come, THA Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 8 The thunder of that dismal word "Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. 4 [What, to be banish'd from my life, To linger in eternal pain, 5 Oh! wretched state of deep despair, 6 Jesus I throw mine arms around, Oh! tell me that my worthless name Shew me some promise, in thy book, 8 [Give me one kind, assuring word, And cheerfully my soul shall wait HYMN 108. C. M. ( Access to the throne of Grace by a Mediator. COME, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, S Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, 4 Now we may bow before his feet, 3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss High let us raise our notes of praise, 6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, And glory to th' eternal King, HYMN 109.-L. M. The darkness of providence. ORD, we adore thy vast designs, (*) 2 Now thou array'st thine awful face |