HYMN 131.

(S. M.) Rev. xxii. 17. 20. 1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whisp'ring, sinner, come!
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims

To all his children, come! 2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, come!
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,

Oʻlet him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;

'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, I quickly come: Lord, even so! I wait thy hour;

Jesus, my Saviour, come!

(C. M.)

HYMN 132. 1 YE humble souls, approach your God

With songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good,

And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care,

In him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare

The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known

In its diviner forms. 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,

'Tis here our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.
5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward,

With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,

What honours shall we raise ! Not all th' angelic songs above

Can render equal praise.

IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND

AFFECTIONS.

PRAYER.

HYMN 133.

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;

Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd,

By war without, and fear within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That shelter'd near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, "Thou hast died."

5 Oh! wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.

HYMN 134.

1 PRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexpress'd;
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Pray'r is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Pray'r, the sublimest strains that reach
The majesty on high.

4 Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath.
The Christian's native air,

The watch-word at the gates of death;
He enters heav'n with pray'r.

5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

(C. M.)

(C. M.)

While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, “Behold, he prays !" 6 In pray'r, on earth, the saints are one;

They're one in word and mind; When with the Father and the Son,

Sweet fellowship they find.
7 O thou, by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way,
The path of pray’r thyself hast trod;

Lord, teach us how to pray!

REPENTANCE.
HYMN 135.

(L. M.) 10 THOU that hear’st when sinners cry,

Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,

But blot their mem’ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,

And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,

Thy help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,

To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the sacrifice I bring ;
The God of grace will ne'er despise

A broken heart for sacrifice.
6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,

And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

And save the soul condemnd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;

Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace ;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,

And they shall praise a pard’ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,

Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness,

IX. CHRISTIAN DITIES AND

AFFECTIONS.

PRIYER.
HYMN 133.

(C. D I APPROACÀ, my soul. the merey seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet,

For node can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden d souls to thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressid,
By war without, and fear within,

I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;

That shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, “ Thou hast died.” 5 Oh! wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name. HYMN 134.

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The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.
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That infant lips can try;
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The majesty on high.
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