HYMN 85. L. M. HEGINBOTHOM. The night cometh. John ix. 4. 1 AWAKE, awake, my sluggish soul, See how the shades of death advance, 2 Death!-'tis an awful, solemn sound This is the summons that he sends: "Awake,-for on this transient hour Thy long eternity depends." Repentance. Zech. xii. 10. 1 A LAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die ? Would he devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes, that I had done→ 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away"Tis all that I can do. HYMN 87. C. M. STEELE. 1 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, 1 WATTS OH, the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore; When knotty whips, and ragged thorns 2 "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, Each of my crimes became a nail, 3 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head; Break, break, my heart, oh, burst mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. 4 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes; In undissembled wo. HYMN 89. L. M. STEELE. THE Lord of life, the Saviour dies, For mortal crimes, a sacrifice: What love, what mercy, how divine! HYMN 90. C. M. B. The Penitent. Luke vii. 36-50. 1A once the Saviour took his seat Attracted by his fame, And lowly bending at his feet, 2 Asham'd to lift her streaming eyes 3 Oppress'd with sin and sorrow's weight, And sinking in despair, With tears she wash'd his sacred feet, 4" Depart in peace," the Saviour said, HYMN 91. C. M. STENNETT. 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet guilty rebel lies; And upwards to the mercy-seat 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence; 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice Tears should from both my weeping eyes, 4 But no such sacrifice I plead No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast split. HYMN 92. L. M. Prayer of a Penitent. Ps. 6. H, that the Lord would hear my cry, Thy wrath is just—yet, oh, forgive! 2 In all my frame, without, within, How long, my God, must I complain, |