3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin, 5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir; God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace; Love I much ?-I've much forgiv'nI'm a miracle of grace. I HYMN 381. L. M. KELLY. HEAR a voice that comes from far; It sooths my soul, and calms my fear: It speaks of pardon bought with blood. 2 And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy's voice! 3 Alas, for those!-the day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. 4 With such, I own, I once appear'd, 5 But let me not forget to own, That if I differ aught from those, 'Tis due to sov'reign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes. HYMN 382. C. M. St. Martin's, Colchester. COLLYER Herein is love. 1 John iv. 10. E saints, assist me in my song Y Let all your passions move; To Jesus all the notes belong- 2 Opposing spirits 'gainst his cross, S Around the circle of his friends 4 Gently he rais'd his sacred hands, And the last whispers of his tongue, 5 Thro' life's wide waste, with weary feet, In darkness I may rove; But never can my heart forget Oh, that before his sacred throne, URROUNDED by a frightful gloom, And dreading fiercer ills to come; From chains of wo, and haunts of vice, To liberty and life we rise. 2 Thanks to the hand that set us free; 3 Religion like a sun appears, 4 Conducted safe along the road, 5 Subdu'd by love, and taught of God, We press to find that happy shore, Where sin and sorrow reign no more. 1 The heavenly prospect. Num. xiii. RWestand, and from the mountain top, View all the land below; Rivers of milk and honey rise, 2 A land where sin shall ne'er invade, 3 May we this better land possess, Feversham, Salem. HOW happy are they Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above! 2 "Twas heaven below My Redeemer to know, And the angels could do nothing more And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore. 3 Then, all the day long, Was my Jesus my song, And redemption thro' faith in his name ; And salvation receive, And their song and their joy be the same. HYMN 386. L. M. COLLYER. Chatham, Moreton, St. Catharine's. OFT be the gently breathing notes, 2 Soft as the morning dews descend, |