HYMN 32. C. M. HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 2 Present alike in every place, 3 In wisdom infinite thou art, 4 Whate'er thou wilt in earth below 5 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have made; Throughout our universe. 6 Mercy with love, and endless grace, FALL OF MAN. HYMN 33. C. M. [24] ON man, in his own image made, 2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, stor'd And there with his descending Lord, 3 But oh! by sin how quickly chang'd! His heart from God and truth estrang'd, His conscience filled with dread. 4 Now from his Maker's voice he flies, And thinks to hide amidst the trees, 5 Compell'd to answer to his name; 6 But grace, unmask'd, his heart subdu'd, And all his guilt forgave: By faith the promis'd SEED he view'd HYMN 34. C. M. VAIN are the hopes the sons of men 2 Let Jew and Gentile silent bow, Let all the race of man confess 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law Since to convince and to condemn 4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grate! HYMN 35. C. M. GREAT King of glory and of grace! 2 We live estranged, afar from God, 3 And can such rebels be restored! 4 We raise our father's name on high, DEPRAVITY. HYMN 36. L. M. [25] LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin, Sprung from the man whose guilty fall, 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 3 Great God, create my heart anew, 4 Behold, I fall before thy face, No outward forms can make me clean, The leprosy lies deep within. も 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus, my lord, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone ; Thy blood can make me white as snow, No Jewish types could cleanse me so. HYMN 37. C. M. [26] HOW sad our state by nature is! 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, I would believe thy promise, Lord! 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my spotted soul 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my strength and righteousness, HYMN 38. L. M. [27] LORD, I despair myself to heal; 2 "Tis thine a heart of flesh to give ; 3 With simple faith on thee I call; I wait the word that speaks me whole. 4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure; Make my infected nature pure : Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart! HYMN 39. C. M. [348] HELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatt'rer's part; |