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2 Men call’d me Christian, and my heart
On that delusion fondly stay'd;
Till mighty grace the cheat display’d. 3 Thanks to the hand that wak'd my dream,
That shew'd me wretched, naked, poor; That sweetly led me to the rock,
Where all falvation stands fecure. 4 Glad, 1 forsook my righteous pride,
My moral, tarnish'd, sinful drefs;
ESUS, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well-deserv'd renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown. 2. Let ev'ry act of worship be,
Like our espousals, LORD, to thee; Like the blest hour, when from above
We first receiv'd the pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy day,
O may it ever, ever ftay!
4 Each following minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys,
GOD ALL IN AL L. PSA L M xviii. 46.
The great Jehovah reigns
Upon a throne sublime ; And from his own eternity,
Sees the wide wastes of time. 2 This great JEHOVAH's mine,
The saint in rapture cries; And to this everlasting rock
My joyful spirit Aies.
Immense salvation Aows;
My grateful bofom glows. , 4 His name shall be my song
While life and breath are giv'n And his unceasing praise shall run
Thro' all the days of heav'n.
Η Υ Μ Ν
229 THE DIVIDED HEART LAMENTED.
Strange that so much of heav'n & hell
Shou'd in one bosom meet!
Where Satan has a feat.
And cou'd expire in praise ;
One cheerful note can raise.
The mazes I have trod,
My wand'ring foul to God. 4 O with what ardent zeal I vow
A rectitude within !
Af-the mere thoughts of fin ! 5 Yet vain amusements, hurrying cares,
Trifles of loss or gain,
Seduce my heart again. 6 By faithful hopes, and golden dreams,
I'm nurtur'ā, or betray'd ;
Too vain, or too dismay'd.
By some affuring lign;
Demonstrate I am thine.
. CHRIST. JUSTIFIES AND SANCTIFIES,
JOHN xix. 34.
Y Saviour's pierced fide
Pour'd out a double flood;
And pardon'd by thy blood.
Whose death was thy desert;
Flow from his breaking heart.
In dying pangs he lies,
And all our wants supplies.
By water and by blood;
We feel his witness good.
Nor let thy grace depart;
And witness to my heart.
O For an overcoming faith
To chear my dying hours, * To triumph o'er the monster, death,
And all his frightful pow'rs. 2 Joyful with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips shou'd fing, 6 Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave?
“ And where the monster's sting?" 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure;
Death has no sting beside ;
But CHRIST, my ransom, dy’d. 4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conqu’rors while we die,
Thro' CHRIst our living head.
HY MN 232
SAFETY IN CHRIST.
Eset with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand : Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right.