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Father, I've done thy justicc wrong,
Nor can deserve thy grace.”
To seek his father's love;
An 1 all his bowels move.
Embrac'd and kiss'd his son;
For follies he had done.
(The father gives command,) Dress him in garments white and clean,
With rings adorn his hand.
Let mirth and joy abound;
C. M. 206. The converted Thief. Luke xxiii. 12. 1 AS
S on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died,
That languish'd at his side. 9 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;
And thus his prayer address'd;
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
And weltering in thy blood.
In triumph thou shalt rise, Burst through the gloomy shades of death, And shine above the skies,
5 “Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me, And in the victries of thy death
Let me a sharer be.' 6 His prayer the dying Jesus lears,
and instantly replies,
My own describ'd I feel;
Which none but CHRIST can heal. 2 What anguish did my soul endure,
Tili hope and patience ceas'd! The more I strove myself to cure,
The more the plague increas'd. 3 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw
The Saviour passing by;
I rais'd my mournful cry.
Oh, pity to me shew;
My filthy hcart renew.
Pronounc'd the healing word: “ I will-be clean,” and while he spoke
I felt my health restor’d. 6 Come, sinners, seize the present hour,
The Saviour's grace to prove; He can relieve, for he is pow'r He will, for he is love.
C. M. 208. Bartimeus's Prayer. Mark x. 46–50. 'L Ke Bartimeus, we are blind,
Inwi apt in naturo's night;
The grossest darkness veils our mind,
For sin prevents the sight.
To open sinners' eyes;
And heal their maladies.
And in the Lord believe;
You may your sight receive. 4 Jesus of Naz’reth passeth by
He is the sinner's friend;
He will your suit attend.
“ Nor dare to make so free," Then cry the more, and never cease,
“ Have mercy, Lord, on me.
Go to the Lord of light;
And he will give you sight.
PRESENT AND FUTURE LIFE. 209.
L. M. (285.)
The beatitudes. 1 BLESS!D. are the humble souls, who see
Their ignorance and poverty: Treasures of grace to them are givin,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
A healing balm for all their woes.
God will secure their peaceful state,
And plead their cause against the great.
Hunger and long for righteousness:
With living streams and living bread. 5 Bless'd are the men, whose hearts still more
And melt with sympathy and love;
Like sympathy and love again. 6 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clear
From the defiling power of sin:
A God of spotless purity.
Who quench the coals of growing strife:
The sons of God, the God of peace.
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake:
Glory and joy are their reward. 210.
C. M. (284.)
The blessings of obedience:
Whose ways are right and clean;
But fly from ev'ry sin.
And practise thy commands;
And serve thee with their hands.
How firm their souls abide!
4 Then shall my lieart have inward joy,
And keep my face from shame,
L. M. 211,
Religion. 1 THROUGH shades and solitudes profoued,
The fainting traveller winds his way; Bewildering meteors glare around,
And tempt his wandering feet astray. 2 Welcome, thrice welcome, to his eye,
The sudden moon's inspiring light, When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night! 3 Thus mortals, blind and weak, below
Pursue the phantom bliss, in vain; The world's a wilderness of wo,
And life a pilgrimage of pain! 4 Till mild religion from above,
Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of heavenly love,
The bow of promise 'mid the storm. 5 Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul. 9 At her approach the grave appears
The gate of Paradise restor’d;
And drops his double-flaming sword. 7 Baptiz'd with her renewing fire,
May we the crown of glory gain: Rise when the hosts of heaven expire, And reign with God, for ever reign!