3 Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Ev'ry meek and contrite heart.
4 Come and manifest the favour
Thou hast for thy ransom'd race;
So shall we, exalted Saviour,
Sing the glories of thy grace.

HYMN 191. (s. M.)

Invitation to Praise.

1AWAKE! and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake every heart, and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.
3 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners sing!
Sing on, rejoicing day by day
In Christ, th' Eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear Him say,

"Ye blessed children come :"
Soon will He call us hence away,

And take his wanderers home.

5 There shall our raptur'd tongue,
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

1

HYMN 192. (S. M.)

Jesus, the Lamb of God.

NOT all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away:
A Sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay its hand,

On that dear head of Thine;
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see,

The burden thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree! And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing we rejoice

1

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

BES

HYMN 193. (L. M.)

The Christian's Choice.

ESET with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path we stand; Saviour divine! diffuse thy light, And guide our doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage each weak and erring heart Early to choose the better part,

To yield the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.

3 Then should the wildest storms arise,
And tempests mingle earth and skies,
No fatal shipwreck shall we fear,
But all our treasure with us bear.

4 If Thou, our Saviour, still art nigh,
Cheerful we live, and cheerful die;
Secure, when human comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee!

HYMN 194. (L. M.)

The invitations of Grace.

COME, weary souls, with sin distrest,

Come, and accept the promis'd rest;

The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, O come, and hasten to your God; Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes; Pardon, and life, and endless peace, How rich the gift, how free the grace! 4 Lord, we accept, with thankful hearts, The hope thy gracious word imparts; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless thy kind inviting voice.

HYMN 195. (C. M.)

The Son of Man came to seek the lost.

1PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
One spark of glimm'ring day!

2 With pitying eyes, the God of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and (Oh, amazing love!)
He came to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh, for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak!

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told!

HYMN 196. (C. M.)

The Sabbath.

1 LORD of the Sabbath, Thee we praise,

In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.

2 On this glad day, a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

Than when by God, th' eternal word,
The universe was made.

3 He rises, who our pardon bought,
With grief and pain extreme!

"Twas great to speak a world from naught,
"Twas greater to redeem.

4 In psalms and hymns we would proclaim
The triumphs of thy grace;
Oft tell the wonders of thy name,
And all thy love retrace.

5 Exalted on thy radiant throne,
Accept our grateful songs;

Be thou our theme, and thou alone,
Our all to Thee belongs!

HYMN 197. (L. M.)

The Sabbath.

WEET is the work, my God! my King!

1 SWEE

To praise thy name, give thanks and sing! To show thy love by morning light,

And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

No earthly cares shall fill my breast;
Oh! may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
His works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep his counsels, how divine!

4 Oh! may we see, and hear, and know
What mortals cannot reach below,
May all our powers find sweet employ,
In the eternal world of joy.

C