With arms extended wide, 5 'Tis finish'd said his dying breath, Come then receive his grace and tell The wonders of his love! Till we arise with him to dwell, 7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy,' F HYMN 47. C. M. Farewell to all but Christ. AREWELL vain world, I bid adieu, Your friendship I no more pursue, 2 You promise happiness in vain, Your highest pleasures turn to pain, 3 Had I the Indies East and West, Without my God I could not rest, 4 Then let my soul rise far above, By faith I'll take my wing, To the eternal realms of love, 5 There's love and joy that will not waste; G HYMN 48. C. M. A Crum for Pilgrims. YO on ye pilgrims while below, In the sure paths of peace, Determin'd nothing else to know, But Jesus and his grace, 2 Observe your leader, follow him; 3 O take the pattern he has giv❜n, 4 Remember you must watch and pray, While jour'ning on the road; Lest you should fall out by the way, 5 Contend for nothing but the fruit, 6 Go on rejoicing night and day, Your crown is yet before; Defy the trials of your way, HYMN 49. C. M. Longing for Christ. COULD I find from day to day, Then should my hours glide sweet away, 2 Lord I desire with thee to live In joys the world can never give, 30 Jesus come and rule my heart, 4 Thus till my last expiring breath, And when my flesh dissolves in death, 5 Through boundless grace I then shall spend An everlasting day, In the embraces of my friend, Who took my guilt away, 6 That worthy name shall have the praise, To whom all praise is due ; While angels and archangels gaze, On scenes forever new. O HYMN 50. C. M. The backslider returning. WHAT a cruel wretch am I, And now without his smiles I lie, 2 Once I enjoyed his smiling face; 3 Not all the glories of this earth, My soul abhors all carnal mirth, to find my God. And groans 4 O should I see his face again, 5 Then I will clasp him in my arms, And he shall have my heart; And earth, with all her treach'rous charms, Forever shall depart. I HYMN 51. The Complainer Reformed: SET my self against the Lord, Or else be sav❜d by grace. 2 Of ev'ry preacher I'd complain, One spoke through pride, and one for gain, This spoke too fast and that too slow, "One pray'd too loud, and one too low, The others had no call. 3 With no professors could I join, Some had a tone, some had no gift, 4 I thought they'd better keep at home, They'd better keep their gardens free 5 Kindred and neighbors all were bad; At length I was brought for to see, 6 The horrid loads of guilt and shame, I've sinn'd so much against my God, 7 But there is balm in Gilead, |