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The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

And spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus-the name that calms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

"Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the sinner's heavy chain;
He sets the prisoner free;

His blood removes the guilty stain-
His blood availed for me.

5 Believe-and ye his grace shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven,
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.
168 Pardon and Peace. Matt. ix. 2.
1 MY Saviour, let me hear thy voice

Pronounce the word of peace,
And all my warmest powers shall join
To celebrate thy grace.

2 With gentle smiles call me thy child,
And speak my sins forgiven;
The accents mild shall charm my ear
Like the sweet harps of heaven.

C. Wesley

C. M.

3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead,
The darkest path I'll tread;
Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,
And mingle with the dead.

4 When dreadful guilt is done away,
No other fears we know;

That hand which scatters pardons down
Shall crowns of life bestow.

Doddridge

C. M.

169

The Saviour.

1

THE
HE Saviour-oh, what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet peace around.

2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine
In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels lost in sin,
And doomed to endless wo.
S Th' almighty Former of the skies
Stooped to our vile abode;
While angels viewed with wondering eyes,
And hailed the incarnate God!

4 Oh the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine,
I cannot wish for more.

5 On thee alone my hope relies;
Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All.

The Plan of Salvation.

1

170
THE
THE mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise
That e'er the God of love designed,
Employs and fills my laboring mind.
2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue :
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.
3 Proclaim inimitable love;

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And vails the God in mortal clay.
4 He that distributes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans!
The Prince of life resigns his breath,
The King of glory bows to death!
5 But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour;
And while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dashed the rising hopes of hell.
6 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drowned in Jesus' blood;
Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

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Mrs. Steele.

L. M.

Watts.

171

God Reconciled in Christ.

1 DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God-
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human flesh I see,

My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three

Are terrors to my mind.

4 But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.

5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

THE HOLY SPIRIT.

172

Invocation of the Holy Spirit.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

C. M.

Watts

C. M.

4 Dear Lord-and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate,

Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

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1

2

3

Reviving Influence.

COME, Holy Spirit, come ; Let thy bright beams divine Rise on our sorrow and our gloom, And in our darkness shine.

Convince us all of sin,
Then lead to Jesus' blood;
And to our wondering view reveal
The mercy of our God.

Revive our drooping faith;
Our doubts and fears remove;
And kindle in our breasts the flame
Of never-dying love.

4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,
Το pour fresh life in every part,
And new create the whole.

174

1

Divine Illumination.

HOLY
OLY Ghost-dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of nature's night;
Come, thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light.

2 Hear, oh hear our supplication,
Blessed Spirit, God of Peace;
Rest upon this congregation,
With th' abundance of thy grace.

3 Author of our new creation

Bid us all thine influence prove; Make our souls thy habitation;

Shed abroad the Saviour's love.

S. M.

Hart, (alt'd.)

8.7.

Toplady.

175

Regeneration. John i. 13.

1 Norites that God has given,
all the outward forms on earth,

Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.
2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind.
Breathes on the sons of flesh;
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

4 Our quickened souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.
176 The Operations of the Holy Spirit.
1 ETERNAL Spirit, we confess

And sing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy power conveys our blessings down,
From God the Father and the Son.
2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray,

Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger and our refuge too.
3 Thy power and glory work within,
And break the chains of reigning sin;
Do our imperious lusts subdue,
And form our wretched hearts anew.

4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice;
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.
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Renewing Grace.
1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,

load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue?

C. M.

Watts.

L. M.

Watts.

C. M.

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