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From thine instructive page we learn

The joys his presence will afford. 3 But while we're here, thou shalt supply

His place, and tell us of his love: We'll read with faith's discerning eye,

And thus partake of joys above. 72. C. M. EPISCOPAL COLL. I GREAT God! with wonder and with praise,

On all thy works we look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,

Shine brightest in thy book.
2 Here are our choicest treasures hid;

Here our best comfort lies; Here our desires are satisfied,

And here our hopes arise. 3 Lord, make us understand thy law;

Show what our faults have been; And from thy gospel let us draw

Pardon for all our sin.
I NOW let our souls, eternal King !

To thee their grateful tribute bring:
Our knees with humble homage bow;

Our tongues perform each solemn vow. 2 All nature sings thy boundless love,

In worlds below and worlds above:
But in thy blessed word we trace,

Diviner wonders of thy grace.
3 There what delightful truths we read!

There we behold the Saviour bleed :
His name salutes each listening ear,

Revives each heart, and checks our fear. 4 There Jesus bids our sorrows cease,

And gives each labouring conscience peace; Raises our grateful passions high,

And points to mansions in the sky. 5 For love like this, oh let our song,

Through endless years, thy praise prolong;
Let distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.

74. C. M. C. WESLEY.

Heavenly Bread.
I WHAT is the chaff, the word of man,

When set against the wheat ?
Can it a dying soul sustain,

Like that immortal meat ?
2 Thy word, O God, with heavenly bread

The children doth supply;
And those who by thy word are fed,

Their souls shall never die. 75. C. M. EXETER COLL.

Supplication for a Blessing on the Word. I THY gracious aid, great God, impart,

To give thy word success; Write all its precepts on the heart,

And deep its truths impress.
2 O speed our progress in the way

That leads to joys on high,
Where knowledge grows without decay,

And love shall never die..


Object of Christ's Advent. 1 NOT to condemn the sons of men,

Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,

No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word;

Trust in his mighty name, and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,
His hands a thousand blessings give.


Excellency of the Gospel. 1 GOD, in the gospel of his son,

Makes his eternal counsels known:


Here love in all its glory shines,

And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 Here sinners, of an humble frame,

May taste his grace, and learn his name,
May read, in characters of blood,

The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes

A brighter world where we shall rise;
Here shines the light which guides our way

From earth to realms.of endless day. 4 Oh! grant us grace, almighty Lord !

To read and mark thy holy word;
Its truths with meekness to receive,

And by its holy precepts live. 78.


The object of the Gospel.
1 THIS is the word of truth and love,

Sent to the nations from above:
Jehovah here resolves to show

What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find,

To heal diseases of the mind;
This sovereign balm, whose virtues can

Restore the ruined creature, man. 3 The gospel bids the dead revive;

Sinners obey the voice, and live:
Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh,

And hearts of stone are turned to flesh 4 May but this grace our souls renew,

Let sinners gaze, and hate us too ;
The word that saves us does engage

A sure defence from all their rage. 79. C. M. WATTS.

Salvation through Christ.
1 SALVATION! Oh, the joyful sound !

'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,

A cordial for our fears.
Bury'd in sorrow, and in sin,

Al hell's dark door we lay ;

But we arise by grace divine

To séc a heav'nly day.
3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.
& Salvation ! O thou blessed Lamb,

To thee the praise belongs ! Salvation shall inspire our hearts,

And dwell upon our tongues. 80. S. M. DODDRIDGE.

Salvation by Grace.
1 GRACE!'tis a charming sound !

Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man;
And all its steps that grace display

Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace taught our roving feet

To tread the heavenly road
And new supplies each hour we meet,

While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days:
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,

And well deserves the praise. 81.


Gospel Invitations. 1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, “Sinner, come;" The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims

To all his children, “come!" 2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, come!
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;

'Tis Jesus bids him come. 82. 8s. 7s. JN. TAYLOR.

Benignity of God in the Gospel. 1 PRAISE to God, the great Creator!

Bounteous Source of every joy, He, whose hand upholds all nature,

He, whose word can all destroy ; Saints, with pious zeal attending,

Now the grateful tribute raise; Solemn songs to heaven ascending,

Join the universal praise.
2 Light of those, whose dreary dwelling

Bordered on the shades of death,
He, in Christ rich grace revealing,

Scattered all the clouds beneath.
Lo! th' eternal page before us

Bears the cov'nant of his love,
Full of mercy to restore us,

Mercy beaming from above.
3 Father, source of all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Hail the God of our salvation ;

Praise him, every thankful heart:
Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our songs we raise;
There we'll cast our crowns before him,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 83. 75. MRS. BARBAULD.

The Invitations of the Gospel.
I COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home,

Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,

Weary pilgrim, hither haste! 3 Ye, who tost on beds of pain,

Seek for ease, but seek in vain :
Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes,
Watch to see the morning rise :

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