No bolts to drive our guilty souls

To fiercer flames below. $ 'Twas mercy fll'd the throne,

And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons dom

To rebels doom'd to die.
Now, sinners, dry your tears,

Let hopeless sorrow cease ;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,

And take the offer'd peace. 6 Lord, we obey thy call;

We lay an humble claim
To the salvation thou hast brought,

And love and praise thy name.

HYMN 103. C. M. [6] Repentance flowing from the patience of God 1 ND are we wretches yet alive?

A

'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love,

That bears us up from hell!
% The burden of our weighty guilt

Would sink us down to fames;
And threat'ning vengeance rolls above

To crush our feeble frames.
S Almighty goodness ories, Forbear!

And straight the thunder stays:
And dare we now provoke his wrath,

And weary out his gracę ?
Lord, we have long abus'd thy love,

Too long indulg'd our sin ;
Qur aching bearts e'en bleed to see

What rebels we have been.

5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command ;

No more will we obey;
Stretch out, O God, thy conqu’ring hand,

And drive thy foes away.

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HYMN 106. C. M. [b]

Repentance at the cross.
1

Hif my soul was form'd for wo,
Repentance should like rivers flow,

From both my streaming eyes.
2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord

Hung on the cursed tree,
And groan'd away a dying life

For thee, my soul, for thee.
13 Oh! how I hate those lusts of mine

That crucifi'd my God;
Chose sios that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh

Fast to the fatal wood.
Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die ;

My heart has so decreed ;
Nor will I spare the guilty things

That made my Saviour bleed.
5 Whilst, with a melting, broken heart,

My murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay, the murd'rers too.

HYMN 107. C. M. (b)
The everlasting absence of God intolerable.
1

THAT awful day will surely come,
When I must stand before my Judge,

And pass the solemn test..

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,

Thou Sovereign of iny heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice

Pronounce the sound, Depart! 3 Tie thunder of that dismal word

Would so torment my ear,
"Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,

With most tormenting fear.
4 (What, to be banish'd from my life,

And yet forbid to die !
To linger in eternal pain,

Yet death forever Aly!]
5 Oh! wretched state of deep despair,

To see my God remove,
And fix iny doleful station where

I must not taste his love!
6 Jesus I throw mine arms around,

And hang upon thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from thec

My spirit cannot rest.
17 Oh! tell me that my worthless name

Is graven on thy hands :
Shew me some promise, in thy book,

Where my salvation stands.
8 [Give me one kind, assuring word,

To sink iny fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.]

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HYMN 108. C. M. Access to the throne of Grace by a Mediator. 1

Up to the courts above,

, eyes

And smile to see our Father there

Upon a throne of love.
2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,

And shot devouring flame;
Our God appear'd consuming fire,

And vengeance was his name.
S Rich'were the drops of Jesus' blood,

That calu'd his frowning face ;
That sprinkled o’er the burning throne,

And türn'd the wrath to grace! 4 Now we may bow before his feet,

And verture near the Lord ;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,

Nor double flaming sword.
Ś The peaceful gates-of heavenly bliss

Are open'd by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,

And reach th? Almighty throne.
6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,

Great Advocate on high ;
And glory to th' eternal King,

Who lays his fury by.

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HYMN 109.-L. M.

The darkness of providence.
ORD, we adore thy vast designs,

1

'loo deep to sound with inortal lines,

Too dark to view with feeble sense. 2 Now thou array'st thine awful face

In angry frowns, witho'it a smile:
We, through the cloud, believe thy grace,
Secure of thy, compassion still,

3 Through seas and storms of deep distress

We sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Through all the terrors of the night.
Dear Father, if thy lifte: rod
Resolve to scourge us here below;
Still let us lean upon our God,
Thine arm shall bear us safely through.

HYMN 110.' S. M. Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection 1 ND must this body die ?

A ?

And must these active limbs of mine

Lie mould'ring in the clay ?
Corruption, earth and worms

Shall but reine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes,

To put it on arresh.
3 God, my Redeemer, lives,

And often from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust,

Till he shall bid it rise.
& Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape, and every face

Look heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe

To Jesus' dying love ;
We would adore his grace below,

And sing his power above.
6 Dear Lord, accept the praise

Of these our bumble songs,