« Without his sovʼreign grace.

4 "I'll to the gracious king approach,
"Whose sceptre pardon gives,
"Perhaps he may command my touch,
"And then the suppliant lives.

5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
"Perhaps will hear my prayer ;
"But if I perish I will pray,
"And perish only there..

6" I can but perish if I go,
"I am resolv❜d to try:
For if I stay away, I know
"I must forever die."

HYMN 148..

Free Grace..

voice of free

THE Yain,

grace cries, escape to the moun

For Adam's lost race Christ has open'd a fountain,
For sin and transgression and ev'ry pollution,
The blood it flows freely in streams of salvation.

CHORUS.

Hallelujah to the Lamb who purchas'd our pardon,
We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan.

2. This fountain so clear, in which all may find pardon, From Jesus's side flows plenteous redemption,

Though your sins they were rais'd as high as a mountain,

The blood it flows freely in streams of salvation.
Hallelujah &c.

3. O Jesus ride on, thy kingdom is glorious, Over sin, death and hell thou wilt make us victorious,

Thy name shall be praised in the great congregation, And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation.

Hallelujah &c.

4 When on Zion we stand, having gain'd the blest

shore

With our harps in our hands we will praise him ever

more,

We will range the blest fields on the banks of the

river,

And sing hallelujahs for ever and ever.

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Hallelujah &c.

HYMN. 149.

The Heavenly Courtier,

ET Christ the glor'ous lover,
Have everlasting praise;

He comes for to discover

The riches of his graceHe comes to wretched sinners,, To woo himself a bride :. Resolving for to win her

And will not be deny❜d.

2 Unwilling she discovers.
Herself for tu deny,
To cast away her pleasures
And lay her honors by-
To part with every notion

That puffs her up with pride,
And take him for her portion,
And be his loving bride.

3 He calls aloud unto her,
"Pursue your ways no more;"

She thinks it will undo her,

To part with all her store;

She willinglly refuses

To yield unto his will,
And in her heart she chuses.
Her former lovers still.

4 She bolts the door upon him,
And bids the Lord depart;
She will not serve his honor,
Nor let him have her heart ;.
Yet Jesus loves the sinner,

And will not leave the door, But cries" Oh wretched creature "Reject my grace no more.

5 "Behold my matchless fulness ! "Arise and let me in ;

"How can you be so cruel

"To bar your heart with sin?: If calls and invitation,

"Will not excite your love, "Prepare for condemnation, "For I will not remove."

& He then displays his power,,
By an almighty word;
He threatens to devour,

And shews a flaming sword ::
She now begins to tremble

At what she sees and hears; And fain she would be humble, And wash her crimes with tears.

She does not yet discover
The filth of her in-side;

She thinks the Lord will love her,
And take her for his bride;

But like refiners' fire

He searches every part;

Conviction rises higher,

She feels a troubled heart.

She now begins to languish, And none can her relieve, Her heart is full of anguish, To find she can't believe. Her hopes are now departed, And left her full of woe, With all the broken hearted, She cries what shall I do ?!

9 But Jesus has compassion,.
Still moving in his breast,
Intends to give salvation,
Unto the souls distress'd;
One glimpse of love and power,,
Makes her forget her pain,
She cries, oh happy hour,
Is this the lovely Lamb ?.

10 Is he whom I rejected,
Stoop'd down to me so low?
Goodness, but unexpected,
It hardly can be true;
And still she cries more fervent,,
Lord don't thy mercy hide,

May I become a servant,

And fit to be a bride..

11 The marriage is made ready The parties are agreed, The holy son of David

And Adam's wretched seed ;:

The sinner is attir'd,

With raiment clean and white,

Her sins are freely pardon'd,
And she's her Lord's delight..

12 They eat and drink together,
And mutally embrace,
Both saints and angels wonder,
At the surprising grace ;.

This union shall continue,
For evermore the same,
And nothing part asunder,

The christian and the Lamb...

HYMN 150. C. M.

EGIN the high celestial strain,
My ravish'd soul and sing

A solemn hymn of grateful praise
To heav'n's Almighty king..

2 Ye curling fountains as ye roll!
Your silver waves along,
Whisper to allyour verdant shores
The subject of my song.

3. Retain it long y'echoing rocks,
The sacred sound retain,

And from your hollow winding caves
Return it oft again :-

4 Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,.
To distant climes away,
And round the wide-extended world
My lofty theme convey.

5 Take the glad burden of his name,
Ye clouds as you arise,
Whether to deck the golden morn,.
Or shade the ev❜ning skies.

6 Let harmless thunders roll along
The smooth etherial plain,

And answer from the crystal vault
To ev'ry flying strain.

7 Long let it warble round the spheres