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ORON. 6th P. M.

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By thy birth, and by thy tears ; By thy hu - man griefs and fears ; By thy con flict in the hour Of the sub tle tempter's power,

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2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne-
Why beneath thy burdens groan ?
On his piercéd body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid;
Bow the knee,-embrace the Son-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest bounty stored ;
To thy Father's bosom press’d,
Thou shalt be a child confess'd,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

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Help or 1 perish.
2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Laz’rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
3 By thy lonely hour of

prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or Í die.
351 Come, and welcome.
FROM the cross uplifted high,

Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravish'd ear:Love's redeeming work is done Come and welcome, sinner, come!

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410 Now is the day of salvation. 174-. WHY

HY not now, my God, my God?

Ready if thou always art, Make in me thy mean a bode,

Take possession of my heart: If thou canst so greatly bow, Friend of sinners, why not now? 2 God of love, in this thy day,

For thyself to thee I cry; Dying,—if thou still delay,

Must I not forever die ? Enter now thy poorest home: Now, my utmost Saviour, come.

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Greatness and condescension of God.
2 The thunders of his hand

Keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand

To guard his holy law;
And where his love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.
3 Through all his mighty works

Amazing wisdom shines ;
Confounds the powers of hell,

And all their dark designs;
Strong is his arm, and shall fulfil
His great decrees and sov'reign will.
4 And will this sov'reign King

Of glory condescend ;-
And will he write his name,

My Father and my. Friend?
I love his Name, I love his word;
Join all my powers to praise the Lord.

Who lengthens out our trials here, And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground; No fruit of holiness

On our dead souls was found ;
Yet doth he us in mercy spare,
Another and another year.
3 When justice bared the sword

To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of the Lord

Cried, -Let it still alone:
The Father nild inclines his ear,
And spares us yet another year.
4 Jesus, thy speaking blood

From God obtain't the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd

On us a longer space;
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And, lo! we see another year.
5 Then dig about the root;

Break up our fallow ground;
And let our gracious fruit

To thy great praise abound; O let us all thy praise declare, And fruit unto perfection bear.

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993 One shall chase a thousand, 2 As thy command ordains,

Thy people, saved below From all their sinful stains,

Shall multiply and grow; And one into a thousand rise, To spread thy praise through earth and skies.

Your Head to glorify,

With all his saints ascend :
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace
To see, without a veil, his face.
4 The everlasting doors

Shall soon the saints receive,
With seraphs, thrones, and powers,

In glorious joy to live ;
Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.
5 Then let us wait to hear

The trumpet's welcome sound:
To see our Lord appear,

May we be watching found :
And when thou dost the heavens bow,
Be found—as, Lord, thou find'st us now

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The Bridegroom cometh. 163-a. YE E virgin souls, arise ;

With all the dead, awake; Unto salvation wise,

Oil in your vessels take; Upstarting at the midnight cry-Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh! 2 He comes, he comes, to call

The nations to his bar,
And take to glory all

Who meet for glory are:
Made ready for your full reward;
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
3 Go, meet him in the sky,

Your everlasting Friend;

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WILLOUGHBY. 4th P. M.

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1. Come on, my part-ners in dis - tress, My com-rades through the wil-der-ness,

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Bliss-inspiring hope.

166-6. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place,

The saints' secure abode;
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,

And scale the mount of God.
3 Who suffer with our Master here,
We shall before his face appear,

And by his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure;
And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.
4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope !
It lifts the fainting spirits up;

It brings to life the dead:
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,

Triumphant with our Head.
5_That great mysterious Deity,
We soon with open face shall see;

The beatific sight
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise,
And wide diffuse the golden blaze

Of everlasting light

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The love of Jesus. JESUS,

thou soul of all our joys, For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strugth exert, Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim; Compose into a thankful frame,

And tune thy people's heart. ? While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design,

Thy glory, not our own :-
Still let us keep this end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue,

To please our God alone. 3 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join, with one accord,

Thy goodness to proclaim: Jesus, thyself in us reveal, And all our faculties shall feel

Thy harmonizing Name. 4 With calmly reverential joy, O let us all our lives employ

In setting forth thy love; And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing, with all the heavenly choir,

That endless song above.

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575 Prayer for power over temptution. 167–c. 411 Pleading the Suviour's vicarious sacrifice. 164–6. HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,

PROSTRATE, with eyes of faith, I see And still my tempted soul stand by My Saviour nail'd upon the tree, Throughout the evil day;

For me a victim made; The sacred watchfulness impart,

Himself presenting to the skies And keep the issues of my heart,

The grand vicarious sacrifice, And stir me up to pray.

And on the altar laid. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm; 2 Well pleasing to our God above, In each approach of sin, alarm,

His sacrifice of life and love And show the danger near:

I plead before the throne : Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,

Father, a prodigal receive, And fill with godly jealousy

And bid a pardon'd rebel live,-
And sanctifying fear.

The purchase of thy Son.
3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, 1028 Thanksgiving in time of peace.
O let me see thy gath’ring frown,
And feel thy warning eye;

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And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,-

Can all our raging foes distress, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink;

Or hurt whom they surround ? O save me, or I die.

Hid from the general scourge we are,

Nor see the bloody waste of war, 4 If near the pit I rashly stray,

Nor hear the trumpet's sound.
Before I wholly fall away,
The keen conviction dart;

2 O may we, Lord, the grace improve, Recall me by that pitying look,

By_lab’ring for the rest of loveThat kind, upbraiding glance, which broke

The soul-composing power; Unfaithful Peter's heart.

Bless us with that internal peace,

And all the fruits of righteousness, 5 In me thine utmost mercy show,

Till time shall be no more.
And make me, like thyself below,
Unblamable in grace;

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The gift of faith.

165-u. Ready prepared and fitted here,

A By perfect holiness, to appear

UTHOR of faith, to thee I cry,Before thy glorious face.

To thee, who wouldst not have me die, But know the truth and live:

Open mine eyes to see thy face; 941 The pilgrim's happy lot.

Work in my heart the saving grace;

The life eternal give.
HOW
OW happy is the pilgrim's lot;
How free from every anxious thought,

2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan, From worldly hope and fear!

And blindly serve a God unknown, Confined to neither court nor cell,

Till thou the veil remove; His soul disdains on earth to dwell,

The gift unspeakable impart, He only sojourns here.

And write thy Name upon my heart,

And manifest thy love. 2 This happiness in part is mine, Already saved from low design,

3 I know the work is only thine; From every creature love;

The gift of faith is all divine; Blest with the scorn of finite good,

But, if on thee we call,

Thou wilt that gracious gift bestow, My soul is lighten’d of its load,

And cause our hearts to feel and know And seeks the things above.

That thou hast died for all. 3 There is my house and portion fair; 4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in,My treasure and my heart are there,

Come unto thee, and rest from sin,And my abiding home;

The blessing seek and find: For me my elder brethren stay,

Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and liave; And angels beckon me away,

Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save And Jesus bids me come.

Both me and all mankind. 4 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies; 5 Be it according to thy word; I come to meet thee in the skies,

Now let me find my pard’ning Lord; And claim my heavenly rest !

Let what I ask be given: Soon will the pilgrim's journey end;

The bar of unbelief remove; Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Open the door of faith and love, Receive me to thy breast !

And let me into heaven.

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