The Spirit like some heav'nly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh,
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heav'nly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

556. The new Creation. (C. M.)

1 ATTEND, while God's exalted Son

Doth his own glories shew;

"Behold, I sit upon my throne,
"Creating all things new.

2" Nature and sin are pass'd away,
"And the old Adam dies;

My hands a new foundation lay,
"See the new world arise.

3" I'll be a Sun of righteousness,

"To the new heavens I make;
"None but the new-born heirs of grace,
My glories shall partake."

4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free
From my old state of sin ;
O make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.

5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;

Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,

In the new world that grace has made,
I would for ever dwell.

557. Repentance and Faith. (C. M.)
1 GOD of mercy! hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove,

Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin could e'er atone;

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient, and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;
A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

558. Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner.
Luke xv. 7-10. (L. M.)

1 WHO can describe the joys that rise Through all the courts of paradise,

To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

2 With joy the Father doth approve

The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down, and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he form'd anew;
And saints, and angels, join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

559. Look on Him whom they pierced, and mourn.

1

(C. M.)

NFINITE grief! amazing woe!
Behold my bleeding Lord;

Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us'd the Roman sword.

2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain,
My dear Redeemer bore,

When knotty whips, and ragged thorns,
His sacred body tore!

3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns,
In vain do I accuse;

In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.

4 "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were:
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.

5 "Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon his guilty head;

Break, break, my heart, O burst, mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed.

6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow;

And deep repentance drown mine eyes,
In undissembled woe.

560. A Prayer for Seriousness. Psalm xxxix. 4, 5.

1 THOU

(P.M.)

THOU God of glorious majesty!
To thee, against myself, to thee-
A worm of earth I cry;

A half awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die.

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure-insensible:

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

3 O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart,
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.

4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou, with clouds, shall come,
To judge the nations at thy bar; ·
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry, and fear,
My future bliss t' insure;

Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from the vale, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

561. Sinners called to Repentance. Acts xvii. 30.

1

(C. M.)

REPENT, the voice celestial cries,
Nor longer dare delay:

The wretch that scorns the mandate, dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sov'reign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men ;

His heralds are dispatch'd abroad,
To warn the world of sin.

3 The summons reach through all the earth; Let earth attend and fear:

Listen, ye meu of royal birth,
And let their vassals hear.

4 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with the grace.

5 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar;

For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

6 Amazing love, that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts subdu'd by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.