1 HYMN 50. L. M. A Sinner Submitting to God. W EARY of struggling with my pain, At length I give the contest o'er, HYMN 51. P. M. 8, 7, 4. W ELCOME Welcome dear Redeemer, Lord, I make a full surrender, Thro' eternal ages thine. 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear; C 1 Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near→→→ Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here! Joy in Heaven over a repenting sinner. WH HO can describe the joys that rise To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born? 2 With joy the Father doth approve The Son with joy looks down and sees," 3 The Spirit takes delight to view Joy over Conversion. 1 H, how divine, how sweet the joy, When but one sinner turns, And with a humble, broken heart, 2 Pleas'd with the news the saints below, 3 Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears 4 Nor angels can their joys contain, 1 "The sinner lost is found," they sing, R The Convert. HYMN 54. L. M. ISE, O my soul, the hours review, 2 Thy tears are dri'd, thy griefs are fled, For Heaven itself has lent its aid 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, 4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ While Heav'n itself proclaims with joy-"One pardon'd sinner more!" 1 HYMN 55. L. M. The Convert's grateful acknowledgment. MY soul, with humble fervor raise Μ To God the voice of grateful praise, And every mental power combine, 2 Deep on my heart let mem'ry trace HYMN 56. P. M. 7. Choosing the heritage of God's people. EOPLE of the living God! 'P I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort no where found: Now to you my spirit turns, Turns, a fugitive unblest; Brethren! where your altar burns, Oh, receive me into rest. 2 Lonely I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave, Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave; 1 Mine the God whom you adore- F HYMN 57. L. M. The returning sinner. AR from thy fold, my God, my feet Once mov'd in error's devious maze, Nor found religious duties sweet, Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways. 2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve; And gently drew my soul to thee, 4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart, Than all the joys that earth can give; From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part, Beneath thy countenance to live. 5 And when, in smiling friendship drest, |