Saints in the Hands of Christ. FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands, If I am found in Jesu's hands 2 His honour is engag'd to save 3 Nor death, nor hell, shall e'er remove His fav'rites from his breast; In the dear bosom of his love HYMN XVII. Salvation by Grace. S. M. 1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound, Heav'n with the echo shall resound, 2 Grace first contriv'd the way And all the steps that grace display, wand ring feet CH DAT DIT road; thews shall crown, * using ders ; 2: Limes stone, deserves the praise. L. M. Te than Invitation. rat suis, rith sin distress'd, Set offers hear 'nly rest; gracious call obey, Cory fears away. en geit, a raininl load, En sysad your woes abroad: assur, mighty Jove, Le Famin road remore. fere mere s bodiess ocean flows, crearse our guit, and heal our woes; Fyrtor and like, and endless peace; How not the gift! how free the grace! „ord, we accept with thankful beart, The bone try gracious words impart ; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, Apc hiess the kind inviting voice. Dear Saviour, let thy pow'rful love, Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, &c. BURY'D in shadows of the night, We lie, till Christ restores the light; Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind. Our guilty souls shrink back in fear, Till his atoning blood appear; Then we awake in deep distress, And sing, The Lord, our Righteousness! 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin; His Spirit makes our nature clean: Such virtues from his suff'rings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, pow'r, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. Invitation to the Gospel. 1 LET ev'ry mortal ear attend, The trumpet of the Gospel sounds 2 Ho! all ye hungry starving souls, 3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd 4 Rivers of love and mercy here Like floods of milk and wine. 5 Dear God! the treasures of thy love 6 The happy gates of gospel-grace Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 1 HOW heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Cill Christ with his reviving light 2 Our guilty spirits dread 3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; 4 The pow'rs of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; 5 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God; Thy sov'reign pow'r, thy healing grace, |