For sin, and uncleanness, and every trans gression, His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation. Chorus. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon, W'ell praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair, Now he calls you in mercy, and can you forbear? Though your sins are increas'd as high as a mountain, His blood can remove them, it streams from this fountain. 3 Now Jesus our king, reigns triumphantly glorious; O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious : With shouting proclaim it,-O trust in his passion, He saves us most freely ;-O glorious salvation. 4 Our Jesus proclaims his name all victorious, He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glori ous; To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation, And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation 5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore, 1 With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains, on the banks of the river, And sing of salvation forever, and ever. The humble sinner's resolve. Co OME, humble sinner, in whose breast 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 4 "I'll to the gracious King approach, 5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, 6 "I can but perish if I go, Penitential. HYMN 40. S. M. Repentance from a sense of the Divine Goodness. 1 S this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, 2 To what a stubborn frame, 3 On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men: Reject his easy reign. 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh ; Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 6 Let base ingratitude 1 Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, HYMN 41. C. M. The contrite heart. THOU, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, 1 P HYMN 42. C. M. The Penitent. ROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet, And upwards to the mercy seat 2 If tears of sorrow would suffice Tears should from both my weeping eyes 3 But no such sacrifice I plead No tears but those which thou hast shed; 4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord! 1 Justice will well approve the word HYMN 43. P. M. 7. Pleading for mercy. OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all, Hear, oh, hear my ardent cry, 2 Vilest of the sons of men, |