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To poor unthinking man;
What it would tell me then,
That leads 10 joys on high:
So as I dare not die .
HYMN 108. CM.
In mercy oft are sent,
And caus d hiin to repent.
Till he had spent his store,
'When timine pinchi'd him sore. 3. "What have I gain'd hy sin,'he said, But hunger, shunie and feni? My father's liouse abowds with bread, While I a
siarvmg here. 4. "Ill go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face, Unworihy to be call d his son,
I'll seek a servant place 5. His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran, und saul'd;
Then threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious cbild. 6. "Father, I've sinn'd. but O forgive""Enough,” the father said, Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mouru'd as dead.
Go spread the news around,
Was lost, but low is found.' 8. Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinners home,
HYMN 109. P. M.
Awbile with Christ your treasure, Come and let your bosoms swell
Witk heaven's enrapt'ring pleasure ; Sinners who with fully side,
Leave your scenes of pleasure, Come and with your Christ åbide,
He's an endless treasure.
The purest joy of feeling,
And prove his power of healing ;
Soothe the force of anguish,
Every one is freely blest,
Who for Cbrist doch languish. 3. Hush'd is every in ward fear,
Every sorrow's banished, Silenced every troubling care,
Every grief is vanished: Joy supreme within the soul,
Knows no bound to pleasure, For the heart without control,
Feeds on Christ ber treasure. 4. Drink. again, my soul, of love,
Enjov the sweets of feeling, Dwell on Christ, who reigns above,
And owns the art of healing; Lel the heavenly calm of love
Be thy choicest treasure, Go, my soul, foreverinore, With Christ in scenes of pleasure,
HYMN 110. P. M. The gospel's joyful sound
Is music in my ears, In Jesus I Have found
Relief from all my fears, Darkness to light does now give place, And all things wear a different face. 2. Since God is reconcil'd,
I fear no dire alarms; He owns me for his chi d,
And clasps me in bis arms. Transported with seraphic joy, I Fatbor, Abba Fatber, cry..
3. I cannot fear the law,
Its thunders now may roar,
They can affright no inore.
And wears a smiling face ;
I see the Judge descend, I'll Abba Father cry,
and hail him as my friend. While standing in the gospel light, There's nothing can my soul affright. 6. Now let my fowing eyes
Run down with grateful tears,
Has banish'd all my fears;
Beneath the galling yoke,
Which grace divine has broke.
As pensive I rang'd