3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.
4 Witness, all ye hosts of heav'n,
My Redeemer's tenderness!
Love I much ?-I've much forgiv'n---
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir;
Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
While astonish'd, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace; Love I much ?-I've much forgiv'nI'm a miracle of grace.

I

HYMN 381. L. M. KELLY.
St. Catharine's, Portugal,

HEAR a voice that comes from far;
From Calvary it sounds abroad;

It sooths my soul, and calms my fear: It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 2 And is it true, that many fly

The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die,

Than turn an ear to mercy's voice! 3 Alas, for those!-the day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before.

4 With such, I own, I once appear'd,
But now I know how great their loss;
For sweeter sounds were never heard,
Than mercy utters from the cross.

5 But let me not forget to own,

That if I differ aught from those, 'Tis due to sov'reign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes.

HYMN 382.

C. M.

St. Martin's, Colchester.

COLLYER

Herein is love. 1 John iv. 10.

E saints, assist me in my song

Y Let all your passions move;

To Jesus all the notes belong-
I sing redeeming love.

2 Opposing spirits 'gainst his cross,
Their force united prove;
But quit the field with mighty loss,
Crush'd by redeeming love.

S Around the circle of his friends
His tender passion's move;
And while he liv'd his constant theme
Was still redeeming love.

4 Gently he rais'd his sacred hands,
Before his last remove;

And the last whispers of his tongue,
Sigh'd forth redeeming love.

5 Thro' life's wide waste, with weary feet, In darkness I may rove;

But never can my heart forget
Redeeming, dying love.

Oh, that before his sacred throne,
I all its sweets may prove ;
Still as my pleasures rise, my song
Shall be redeeming love.

URROUNDED by a frightful gloom, And dreading fiercer ills to come; From chains of wo, and haunts of vice, To liberty and life we rise.

2 Thanks to the hand that set us free;
Eternal Spirit, thanks to thee!
Whose pow'r resistless, unconfin'd,
Subdues the passions of the mind.

3 Religion like a sun appears,
And shines upon our dawning years;
We follow still the guiding ray,
That kindles into perfect day.

4 Conducted safe along the road,
That leads to peace-that leads to God;
With active feet, with ardent eyes,
We seek our home above the skies.

5 Subdu'd by love, and taught of God,
Rejoicing in redeeming blood,

We press to find that happy shore, Where sin and sorrow reign no more.

1

The heavenly prospect. Num. xiii.
EJOICING now in glorious hope,

RWestand, and from the mountain top,

View all the land below;

Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of Paradise
In endless plenty flow.

2 A land where sin shall ne'er invade,
Nor doubt shall cast a gloomy shade,
With every blessing crown'd;
There dwells the Lord our righteou-ness,
And keeps his own in perfect peace;
And all his praise resound.

3 May we this better land possess,
When in this howling wilderness,
No longer we shali rove
Lord, help us humbly to rejoice,
In hope we there shall hear thy voice,
And sing redeeming love.

Feversham, Salem.

HOW happy are they

Who the Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasure above!
Oh, what tongue can express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!

2 "Twas heaven below

My Redeemer to know,

And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the lover of sinners adore.

3 Then, all the day long,

Was my Jesus my song,

And redemption thro' faith in his name ;
Oh, that all might believe,

And salvation receive,

And their song and their joy be the same.

HYMN 386. L. M.

COLLYER.

Chatham, Moreton, St. Catharine's.

OFT be the gently breathing notes,
That sing the Saviour's dying love;
Soft as the ev'ning zephyr floats,
Soft as the tuneful lyres above.

2 Soft as the morning dews descend,
While the sweet lark exulting soars;
So soft to your Almighty Friend,
Be every sigh your bosom pours:
3 Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad ;
Pure as the lucid car of day,
That wide proclaims its Maker, God.
4 True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be-
So true let all your sorrows roll,
To him who bled upon the tree.