For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e'en for my soul was shed.
5 Lord, I believe, were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for ALL a ransom paid,
For ALL a full atonement made.

HYMN 288. S. M.

ALMIGHTY Maker, God,
How glorious is thy name!
Thy wonders how diffus'd abroad,
Throughout creation's frame!

2 In native white and red,
The rose and lily stand;

And free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky,

With unambitious song;

And bears her Maker's praise on high,

Upon her artless tongue.

4 Fain would I rise and sing

To my Creator too;

Fain would my heart adore my King,

And give him praises due.

5 Descend, celestial fire,

And seize me from above! Wrap me in flames of pure desire,

A sacrifice of love.

6 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days:
And to my God my soul ascend
In sweet perfumes of praise.

HYMN 289. L. M. [32]

WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face,

What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!
2 With THEE in the obscurest cell,
On some bleak mountain would I dwell;
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.
3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ !
I see the King of glory shine;-
I feel his love and call him mine.

4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell."
HYMN 290. L. P. M. [112]
AND can it be that I should gain

An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died he for me, who caused his pain?
For me, who him to death pursu'd?
Amazing love! how can it be,

That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me! 2 "Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design! In vain the first-born seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine! 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore: Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above (So free, so infinite his grace!) Emptied himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam's helpless race: "Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me! 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night;

Thine eye diffus'd a quick'ning ray;

I woke, the dungeon flam'd with light!
My chains fell off, my heart was free:
I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee.
5 No condemnation now I dread,
Jesus, and all in him is mine!
Alive in him, my living Head,

And cloth'd in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,

And claim the crown, through Christ, my own.

HYMN 291. C. M.

O 'TIS delight, without alloy,
Jesus, to hear thy name;
My spirit leaps with inward joy,
I feel the sacred flame.

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign,
When love inspires my breast;
Love the divinest of the train,
The sovereign of the rest.

3 This is the grace must live and sing,
When faith and hope shall cease;
Must sound from every joyful string,
Through the sweet groves of bliss.
4 Let life immortal seize my clay,
Let love refine my blood;

Her flames can bear my soul away,
Can bring me near my God.

5 Swift I ascend the heavenly place,
And hasten to my home,

I leap to meet thy kind embrace
I come, O Lord, I come.

6 Sink down, ye separating hills,
Let sin and death remove;

"Tis love that drives my chariot wheels, And death must yield to love.

HYMN 292. C. M.

INFINITE, unexhausted Love!
(Jesus and Love are one :)
If still to me thy bowels move,
They are restrain'd to none.

2 What shall I do my God to love?
My loving God to praise?

The length, and breadth, and heights to prove, And depth of sovereign grace?

3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends, Immense and unconfined;

From age to age it never ends;

It reaches all mankind.

4 Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity!

So wide it never pass'd by one,

Or had it pass'd by me.

5 My trespass was grown up to heaven But far above the skies,

In Christ abundantly forgiven,

I see thy mercies rise!

HYMN 293. L. M. [314]

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 contrite soul he forms anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King,

HYMN 294. L. M. [453]

"I KNOW that my Redeemer lives:"
What joys and hopes this sentence gives!
The Saviour lives, who once was dead,
Exalted now my glorious Head!

2 He lives, to silence all my fears,
To wipe away my bitter tears,
To plead for me with God above,
To bless me with his saving love.

3 He lives,-my kind and heav'nly Friend,
And he will love me to the end;
His praises I will joyful sing,-

My Teacher and my Priest and King!
4 He lives, all glory to his name!
Jesus, Redeemer, still the same:
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,-
"I know that my Redeemer lives!"
HYMN 295. C. M. [361]
WHAT shall I render to my God,
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2 Among the saints who fill thy house
My offering shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!