e 4 Who his advent may abide? e NEWTON. HYMN 110. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b] Sinners entreated to forsake their Ways. Isa, lv. 7. INNERS, the voice of God regard; S His mercy speaks to-day; -He calls you by his sovereign word, From sin's destructive way. 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, A thousand stings within your breast, o 3 Why will you in the crooked ways In pain you travail all your days, o 4 But he who turns to God shall live His mercy will the guilt forgive 5 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Submit to him, your sovereign Lord, And learn his will divine. o 6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; He pardons like a God: o He will forgive your numerous faults Through a Redeemer's blood. HYMN 111. 8, 7, & 4. FAWCETT. Sinners entreated to hear. SINNERS, will you scorn the message, e Every sentence-O how tender! o Every line is full of love. -2 Hear the heralds of the gospel e d Free forgiveness in his name! -3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour; e Chase away the falling tears: Tender heralds o Chase away the falling tears. -4 False professors, grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word, e While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford; d Take the warnings they afford. e 5 Who hath our report believed? Who received the joyful word? P Who embraced the news of pardon, Offered to you by the Lord! Can you slight it— Offered to you by the Lord! -6 O, ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way, 0 Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay: Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey. ALLEN. HYMN 112. 7s. Fairfax. [b] Burdened Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. ix. 23 1.COME, ye weary souls oppressed, Find in Christ the promised rest, On him all your burdens roll, 2 Ye who dread the wrath of God, In his word he's passing by. 3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind, All your wants in Jesus find; Now accept the proffered bliss. 1 DECOURCY. HYMN 113. 8s & 78. Calvary. [b] Suppliant Address to the Saviour. Mark x. 43. Jhear thy humble suppliant's cry; Let me know thy great salvation; e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, Send, O send me quick relief! -8 On the word thy blood hath sealed, e 9 In the world of endless ruin, d" Here's the soul that perished, suing 8 Angels sing the pleasing story, TURNER. HYMN 114. L. M. Geneva. [b *] Vision of the Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxiv. 3. 1 LOOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye, See Adam's race in ruin lie; Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, e In vain they call, in vain they cry, o 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*] Ps. xlv. 35. His thy victorious sword! The stoutest rebel must resign, e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give,- o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart g 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh, Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly, 4 And when thy victories are complete, Shall round the throne of mercy meet, e 50 may my humble soul be found o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land. e 1 WH WALLIN. Bath. [*] HYMN 116. L. M. Revival of Religion hoped for. THILE I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, g "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. -2 "Though for a time I hide my face, "Rely upon my love and power, "Still wrestle at the throne of grace, "And wait for a reviving hour, o 3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp; For God will help and triumph bring. HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b *] God's Regard to the actively pious. Mal. iii. 16, 17. HE Lord on mortal worms looks down, From his celestial throne; 1 And when the wicked swarm around, e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn And join their efforts to oppose -3 Low in the social band he bows And, while his angels sing around, o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep In the Redeemer's book of life, Their names recorded are. d 5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "the world shall know "These humble souls are mine: "These, when my jewels I produce, "Shall in full lustre shine. 6" When deluges of fiery wrath "My foes away shall bear; "That hand which strikes the wicked through, 1 "Shall all my children spare." DODDRIDGE. HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b] THO NHOU great Physician of the soul, My raging malady control, And heal me by thy grace. 2 Help me to state my whole complaint But where shall I begin? |