5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

HYMN 119. L. M.

"Strangers and pilgrims.—1 Pet. ii. 11.

1 WE'VE no abiding city here :—

This may distress the worldling's mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find.·

2 We've no abiding city here:

Sad truth, were this to be our home: But let this thought our spirits cheer, We seek a city yet to come.

3 We've no abiding city here :—

Then let us live as pilgrims do: Let not this world our rest appear,

But let us haste from all below.

4 We've no abiding city here :-
We seek a city out of sight;-
Zion its name ;-the Lord is there :
It shines with everlasting light.

HYMN 120. C. M.

"I through the law am dead to the law."-Gal. ii. 19.

I No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;

And what she has she mis-applies,
For want of clearer light.

2 How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!

I toil'd the precept to obey,
But toil'd without success.

3 Then, to abstain from outward sin,
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.

4 Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose his ways.

5 What shall I do, was then the word,
That I may worthier grow?
What shall I render to the Lord?
Is my inquiry now.

6 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,
And hear his pard'ning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

HYMN 121. L. M.

"They shall look on me whom they pierced."

Zech. xii. 10.

1 GREAT God of Abra'am, hear our prayer;
Let Abra'am's seed thy mercy share:
Oh! may they now at length return,
And look on him they pierc'd, and mourn.

2 Remember Jacob's flock of old;
Bring home the wand'rers to thy fold;
Remember too thy promis'd word,
"Israel at last shall seek the Lord."

3 Lord, put thy law within their hearts,
And write it in their inward parts:
The veil of darkness rend in two,
Which hides Messiah from their view.

4 Oh! haste the day, foretold so long,
When Jew and Greek (a glorious throng)
One house shall seek, one prayer shall pour,
And one Redeemer shall adore.

HYMN 122. C. M.

"In the Lord put I my trust."-Psal. xi. 1.

1 ETERNAL God! the strength of all
Who put their trust in thee:
The saints, who for thy succour call,
Shall thy salvation see.

2 As thou didst guard Jerusalem
With thine Almighty hand;
So hast thou put our foes to shame,
And kept our favour'd land.

3 Continue, Lord, our land to bless;
Defend our Sovereign's throne;
So may our hearts thy name confess,
And thee our safeguard own.

4 But, Lord, thy just and dreadful stroke
Did Salem's towers consume;
Oh may we fear, lest we provoke
Thine ancient people's doom.

HYMN 123. C. M.

"The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost."-Luke xix. 10.

1 PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and (Oh! amazing love!)
He came to our relief.

3 Down from the shining courts above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak!

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;

But, when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

HYMN 124. P. M.

"Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the Jubilee to sound—in the day of atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound."--Lev. xxv. 9.

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound:
The year of jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!
2 Extol the Lamb of God,

The great atoning Lamb!
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

3 Ye, who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love:
The year of jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

4 The Gospel-trumpet hear,

The news of heav'nly grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face!
The year of jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!