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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.


C. M.


The Saviour.


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.


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.



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.



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.


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.





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.



Divine Illumination.

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.)




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.
Renewing Grace.
1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,


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

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

C. M.


L. M.


C. M.

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