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Father, I've done thy justicc wrong,

Nor can deserve thy grace.”
4 He said, and hasten’d to his home

To seek his father's love;
The father saw the rebel come,

An 1 all his bowels move.
5 He ran, and fell upon his neck,

Embrac'd and kiss'd his son;
The rebel's heart with sorrow brake

For follies he had done.
6 “Take off his clothes of shame and sin,

(The father gives command,) Dress him in garments white and clean,

With rings adorn his hand.
T: A day of feasting I ordain,

Let mirth and joy abound;
My son was dead, and lives again,
Was lost, and now is found.”

C. M. 206. The converted Thief. Luke xxiii. 12. 1 AS

S on the cross the Saviour hung,

And wept, and bled, and died,
Ile pour'd salvation on a wretch

That languish'd at his side. 9 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,

The penitent confess'd;
Then turn’d his dying eyes to Christ,

And thus his prayer address'd;
3 “ Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven!

Thou spotless Lamb of God!
I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,

And weltering in thy blood.
+ “Yet quickly, from these scenes of wo

In triumph thou shalt rise, Burst through the gloomy shades of death, And shine above the skies,

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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,
“To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise."

C. M.
207. The leper healed. Matt. viii. 2, s.
THEN the poor leper's case I read,

My own describ'd I feel;
Sin is a leprosy indeed,

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;
To him, though fill'd with shame and awe

I rais'd my mournful cry.
4 Lord, thou canst heal me, if thou wilt,

Oh, pity to me shew;
Oh, cleanse my leprous soul from guilt;

My filthy hcart renew.
5 He heard, and with a gracious look

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,

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The grossest darkness veils our mind,

For sin prevents the sight.
2 But lo! the Lord from heaven is come

To open sinners' eyes;
To make his wondrous mercy known,

And heal their maladies.
3 come then, ye blind, and beg, and pray,

And in the Lord believe;
For who can tell? perhaps to-day

You may your sight receive. 4 Jesus of Naz’reth passeth by

He is the sinner's friend;
Call on his name, and wait and cry,

He will your suit attend.
5 Should sinners-say, “Hold ye your peace,

“ Nor dare to make so free," Then cry the more, and never cease,

“ Have mercy, Lord, on me.
6 Your worthless garments leave behind;

Go to the Lord of light;
Trust in his name, however blind,

And he will give you sight.


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.
2 Bless'd are the men of broken heart,

Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
For them divine compassion flows,

A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war:

God will secure their peaceful state,

And plead their cause against the great.
4 Bless'd are the souls, who thirst for grace,

Hunger and long for righteousness:
They shall be well supplied and fed

With living streams and living bread. 5 Bless'd are the men, whose hearts still more

And melt with sympathy and love;
They shall themselves from God obtain

Like sympathy and love again. 6 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clear

From the defiling power of sin:
With endless pleasure they shall see

A God of spotless purity.
7 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life,

Who quench the coals of growing strife:
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,

The sons of God, the God of peace.
8 Bless'd are the suff'rers who partake

Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake:
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,

Glory and joy are their reward. 210.

C. M. (284.)

The blessings of obedience:
BLEST are the undefii'd in heart,

Whose ways are right and clean;
Who never from thy law depart,

But fly from ev'ry sin.
2 Blest are the men that keep thy word,

And practise thy commands;
With their whole heart they seek the Lord,

And serve thee with their hands.
3 Great is their peaee, who love thy law;

How firm their souls abide!
Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their steady feet aside.

4 Then shall my lieart have inward joy,

And keep my face from shame,
When all thy statutes I obey,
And lionour all thy name.

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;
Her voice the watching cherub hears,

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!

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