2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels lost in sin,

And doomed to endless wo.

3 Th' almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode;

While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And hailed the incarnate God!

4 Oh the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine,
I cannot wish for more.

5 On thee alone my hope relies;
Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All.

170

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The Plan of Salvation.

Mrs. Steele.

HE mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise
That e'er the God of love designed,
Employs and fills my laboring mind.
2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue:
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.

3 Proclaim inimitable love;

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And vails the God in mortal clay.

4 He that distributes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans!
The Prince of life resigns his breath,
The King of glory bows to death!
5 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour;
And while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dashed the rising hopes of hell.

6 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drowned in Jesus' blood;
Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

L. M.

Watts.

171

1

God Reconciled in Christ.

DEAREST of all the names above,

My Jesus and my God

Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

2 'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again;
"Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.

4 But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;

His name forbids my slavish fear,
His
grace removes my sins.

5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,

I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

C. M.

Watts.

THE HOLY SPIRIT.

172

1

COM

Invocation of the Holy Spirit.

OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

C. M.

4 Dear Lord-and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate,

Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

173

1

Reviving Influence.

OME, Holy Spirit, come;

COME

Let thy bright beams divine

Rise on our sorrow and our gloom,
And in our darkness shine.

2 Convince us all of sin,

Then lead to Jesus' blood;

And to our wondering view reveal of our God.

The mercy

3 Revive our drooping faith;

Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breasts the flame

Of never-dying love.

4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh life in every part,
And new create the whole.

S. M.

Hart, (alt'd.)

174

1

HOLY

Divine Illumination.

TOLY Ghost-dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of nature's night;
Come, thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light.

2 Hear, oh hear our supplication,
Blessed Spirit, God of Peace;
Rest upon this congregation,
With th' abundance of thy grace.

3 Author of our new creation-
Bid us all thine influence prove;
Make our souls thy habitation;
Shed abroad the Saviour's love.

8.7.

Toplady.

175

1

1 NOT

Regeneration. John i. 13.

OT all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,

Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Breathes on the sons of flesh;
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

176

The Operations of the Holy Spirit.
TERNAL Spirit, we confess

1 ETE

And sing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy power conveys our blessings down,
From God the Father and the Son.

2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.
3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
Do our imperious lusts subdue,

And form our wretched hearts anew.

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice;
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.

177

1

H

Renewing Grace.

OW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?

C. M.

Watts.

L. M.

Watts.

C. M.

'Tis thine, almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise,
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes.

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give.

5 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine:

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

178

1

L

Mrs. Steele.

The Dry Bones. Ezek. xxxvii. 3.
OOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughtered heaps around.
2 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.

3 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,

Life spreads through all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move-they waken-they rejoice.

C. M.

L. M.

Doddridge.

179 Total Depravity. Eph. ii. 3.-Rom. v. 12, &c.

1

BACKWARD, with humble shame, we look

On our original;

How is our nature dashed and broke

In our first father's fall!

2 To all that's good averse and blind,
But prone to all that's ill;

What dreadful darkness vails our mind!
How obstinate our will!

3 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love

Can make our nature clean,