The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.
4 "From dark temptation's power,-
From Satan's wiles defend:
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
Thine, then, for ever be
Glory and power divine:
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine."
6 Thus humbly taught to pray,
By thy beloved Son,
Through him we come to thee, and say, "All for his sake be done!”
HYMN 442, S. M.
Coming boldly to the Throne of Grace.
EHOLD the throne of grace!
The promise calls us near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
2 That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round we see,
Provides, for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.
3 Thine image, Lord! bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
We ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
4 Teach us to live by faith,
Conform our will to thine;
Let us victorious be in death,
And, then, in glory shine.
5 If thou these blessings give,
And wilt our portion be,
All worldly joys we'll cheerful leave,
And find our heaven in thee.
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.
2 Once, a sinner, near despair,
Sought thy mercy seat by prayer ;
Mercy heard and set hini free,
Lord! that mercy came to me.
3 Many days have passed since then,
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld till now
Who could hold ine up but thou?
4 Thou hast helped in every need-
This emboldens me to plead ;
After so much mercy, past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?
mf 5 No-I must maintain my hold;
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
Since I plead for Jesus' sake.
HYMN 444, L. M.
The Sun of Righteousness.
SUN of righteousness! arise,
With gentle beams on Zion shine;
Dispel the darkness from our eyes,
And souls awake to life divine.
2 On all around, let grace descend,
Like heavenly dew, or copious showers;
That we may call our God our friend,-
That we may hail salvation ours.
Their solemn vows again renew,
And walk in filial fear.
3 Thy Spirit then will speak,
Through lips of humble clay,
Till hearts of adamant shall break,-
Till rebels shall obey.
4 Now lend thy gracious ear,
Now listen to our cry;
Oh! come, and bring salvation near;
Our souls on thee rely.
HYMN 446, L. M.
Weeping over Sinners.
ARISE, my tenderest thoughts! arise;
Dissolve in grief, my streaming eyes!
And thou, my heart! with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal.
2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandal poured on Jesus' name;
The Father wounded, through the Son,
The world abused, -the soul undone!
3 See the short course of vain delight,
Closing in everlasting night,
In flames that no abatement know,
Though bitter tears for ever flow!
4 My God! I feel the mournful scene,
And yearn with grief o'er dying men ;
While fain my pity would reclaim
Souls that may perish in the flame.
5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep, where most it loves:
Thine own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
HYMN 447, H. M.
The Jubilee proclaimed.
1 LOW ye the trumpet!-blow,-
The gladly solemni sound!
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,-
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
2 Exalt the Lamb of God,-
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
Through all the world, proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
3 Ye slaves of sin and hell!
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
mf 4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace:
Ye happy souls! draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
5 Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Has full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mourning souls! be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
HYMN 448, L. M.
Hope in Times of Darkness.
WHILE I to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline,
Methonght I heard the Saviour say,—
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.
2 "Though for a time I hid my face,
Rely upon my love and power;
Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp
I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair.”
4 Lord! I obey,-my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing,
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.
HYMN 449, L. M.
The Vision of dry Bones.
aff 1 LOOK 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 And can these dead awake and live?
And can these perished bones revive?
That, mighty God! to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thine own.
3 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.
4 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.
5 So, when thy trumpet's awful sound
Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.
mf 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace
He pours around thy head;
The nations round
Thy form shall view,
With lustre new,
Divinely crowned.
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