And could the sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veil'd the morning day.

5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

Come, dearest Lord, thay grace impart,
To warm this cold this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.

HYMN 195. L. M.

Little Flock.

O mortal ties can be compar'd

saviour's fold;

Those bands of love by heav'n bestow'd,
Not earn'd by works, nor bought with gold.

2 By these, the followers of the lamb,
"Know they have pass'd from death to life;"
These bands still sweeten ev'ry song,
And help to banish sinful strife.

3 Though all the world combin'd disdain,
The "little flock" renew'd by grace;

This flock may glory in their gain,
In Jesus' heart they have a place.

4 This "little flock," and only they,
Enjoy the Saviour's smiles in time;
And they, at last, in endless day,

Shall bright with God and Angels shine.

5 In heav'n, remote from sin and care,

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An endless rest shall they enjoy; Their Jesus all their glory there, And praise their lasting sweet employ."

6 But O! the doleful, dreadful end,

Of all their and their Saviour's foes; See! clouds of vengeance now impend, And soon shall burst in endless woes.

7 Then the opposers of the cross,
Must cease to sport, and sink to dwell
Among th' infernal howling ghosts,
In blackest shades of death and hell.

HYMN 197. C. M..

S. STENNETT.

The Penitent. ·

ROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet
A guilty rebel lies;

PRO

And upwards to the mercy seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 Olet not justice frown me hence : Stay, stay the vengeful storm:

Forbid it that Omnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay

the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes

In ceaseless torrents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt;

No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt

5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive :
Justice will well approve the word,
That bids the sinner live.

HYMN 198. S. M.

The pool of Bethesda.

John v. 2-9.

B

ESIDE the gospel pool
Appointed for the poor;

From time to time my helpless soul,

Has waited for a cure.

2 How often have I seen
The healing waters move;
And others round me stepping in,
Their efficacy prove.

3 But my complaints remain,

I feel the very same;
As full of guilt, and fear, and pain,
As when at first I came.

4 How often have I thought
Why should I longer lie?
Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I.

5 But whither can I go ?
There is no other pool

Where streams of sovereign virtue flow,
To make a sinner whole.

6 Here then, from day to day,
I'll wait, and hope, and try :
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?

7 No: he is full of grace;
He never will permit

A soul, that fain would see his face,
To perish at his feet.

HYMN 199. L. M.

For Church Meeting.

OW we are met in holy fear,

NOT

To hear the happy saints declare, The rich compassions of a God, The virtues of a Saviour's blood.

2 Jesus, assist them now to tell
What they have felt and now they feel;
O Saviour help them to express
The wonders of triumphant grace.

3 While to the church they freely own
What for their souls the Lord hath done,
We'd join to praise eternal love,
And heighten all the joys above.

INDE X.

To find any Hymn by the first line.

WAKE, arise. O saints and view

AWAKE, arise, saints

As shepherds in Jewry were guard-
ing their sheep,

Am I a soldier of the cross,
All hail the power of Jesus' name,
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
Arise, my soul, with wonder see,
Awake my soul, in joyful lays,

As when the child secure of harms,
Ah! me my heart's the seat of war,
Almighty love inspire

All flesh is grass the prophet cry'd,
Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound,

EHOLD a lovely vine,

B Blessed be my God that I was born,

Before thy throne eternal king,
Blow ye the trumpet blow,

Begone unbelief,

Begin the high celestial strain,

Beside the gospel pool

HOME friends and relations, let us join

COME

heart and hand,

Come all ye saints and sinners near,

Come brethren and sisters that love

my dear Lord,

Come all you weary trav'llers,

Come ye sinners poor and wretched,
Children of the Heav'nly King,

Come sinners, now approach your God,
Come to the glorious gospel feast,
Come sinners to the gospel feast,
Companions of thy little flock,
Christ, in that night he was betray'd,

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