HYMN 248.

S. M.

BEDDOME.

Luke xix. 41.

1DID Christ o'er sinners weep?

And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from ev'ry eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,

He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept, that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

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HYMN 249.

78. MADAN'S COL.

Adieu to the vain world.

WORLD, adieu! thou real cheat ;

Oft have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes and false alarms; Now I see, as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. 2 Vain, thy entertaining sights; False, thy promises renew'd; All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude: Thee I quit for heav'n above, Object of the noblest love.

3 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys;
Since in thee alone I find
Solid and substantial joys:-
Joys that, never overpast,
Through eternity shall last.

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1HOW

WATTS.

TOW false this earth in all its forms,
How big with flatt'ring lies!

We seek to catch her airy charms,

And straight the phantom dies.

2 There's nothing round these painted skies, Or on this earthly clod;

Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys,
Or lovely as thy God.

3 "Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love,
To feel his quick'ning grace:
And all the heav'n I hope above,
Is but to see his face.

4 No-'tis in vain to seek for bliss,
For bliss can ne'er be found,
Till we arrive where Jesus is,
And tread on heav'nly ground.

HYMN 251.

L. M.

WATTS.

DEAD be my heart to all below,

To mortal joys and mortal cares;

To sensual bliss that charms us so,

Be dark mine eyes and deaf mine ears.

2 All earthly joys are overweigh❜d, With mountains of vexatious care: And where's the sweet that is not laid, A bait to some destructive snare? 3 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste

Of the fair fruit that sinners prize; Their Paradise shall never waste

One thought of mine, but to despise. 4 Come, heav'n, and fill my vast desires; My soul pursues the sov'reign good: She was all made of heav'nly fires, Nor can she live on meaner food.

HYMN 252. c. M.

Ps. iv. 6.

STENNETT,

1 TN vain the giddy world inquiresForgetful of their God—

"Who will supply our vast desires, Or shew us any good?"

2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth,
Their eager wishes rove,

In chase of honour, wealth, and mirth,
The phantoms of their love.

3 but oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit;
Or, if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.

4 Lord, from this world call off my love, Set my affections right;

Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight.

HYMN 253. L. M.

WATTS.

Parting with carnal joys.
SEND the joys of earth away
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful, sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.

2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulph of black despair:
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss;
That drew me from those treach'rous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above,

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I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes; Oh, for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies.

HYMN 254. C. M.

STEELE.

A refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii. 27.

DEAR refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee, Tho' prostrate in the dust.

HYMN 255. 73.

1 JLet me to thy bosom fly,

ESUS, lover of my soul,

Cowper.

While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,

Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee:
Thou art all my trust and aid,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing!