HYMN 32. C. M.

On Grace.

HEAVENLY thoughts create my song,

And set my heart on fire,

And glides my pleasing thoughts along,
To join the heav'nly choir.

2. While trav❜ling through this desert land,-
My weary soul shall rest;

Guided by Jesus' gentle hand,

To lean upon his breast.

3 Here I will ease my burden'd mind,
And tell him all my grief;
From Jesus' blood my soul shall find,
The streams of sweet relief.

4 I'll lay me down within his arms,
And view his lovely face;
As one o'ercome by sov'reign charms,
And lost in his embrace.

5 Here I'll behold with joy divine,
The springs of rising bliss,
And joy to see that Christ is mine,
And view that I am his.

6 The views of my dear bleeding king,
Strike an immortal flame:
Raptur'd with joy my soul shall sing
The praise of Jesus' name-

7 Shall sing like the redeemed throng, Of my incarnate, God;

His love shall be my ceaseless song,

Who wash'd me in his blood.

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High on the throne my Saviour reigns;
Angels adore my king;

In lofty, sweet, seraphic strains,
My Saviour's praise they sing..

9 There I'll adore my dying God,
And bow before his face ;

I'll sing of Jesus' wounds and blood,
And praise victorious grace,

1C Amidst th' eternal sacred true-
Among the starry plains,

My soul shall sing as angels do,
In sweet celestial strains.

11 The heav'nly flame shall still aspire,
Before my Saviour's throne;
His love shall feed the sacred fire,
To praise the holy one.

HYMN 33.

A soul's view: Or partaking of the Lord's

Supper.

HE table spread, my soul there 'spies
The victim bleeds, the Savior dies,

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In anguish on the tree!

I hear his dying groans! I prove,
His bleeding heart, his dying loye!
He di'd my soul for thee.

2 The table's spread-the royal food Is Jesus' sacred flesh and blood,

A feast of love divine;

His bleeding heart! his dying groans!
His sacred blood for sin atones-

Atones, my soul for thine.

3 The feast is spread with bleeding hands, Bedew'd with blood, and lo, it stands To fill the hungry mind; 'Tis free and whosoever will May feast his soul, and drink his fill And grace and glory find.

4 Whilst at the table sits the King,
Raptur'd with joy, my soul shall sing,
With an immortal flame;

My Saviour's grace I'll still adore,
With joy I'll love him more and more,
And bless his sacred name.

50! sacred flesh, O solemn feast!
When Christ my Lord, the royal guest,
Is at his table found;

This adds new glories to my joy-
It bids me sing and well I may,
It makes my bliss abound.

6 'Tis thus my soul by faith is fed,
On angel's food with living bread,
And manna from above-
On sacred flesh, on dying blood!
I feast till I am full of God,
And drink the wine of love.

7 It is an early antipast,
Of heav'nly bliss it is a taste,
A taste on earthly ground.

If here so sweet-if here we prove
Seraphic joy-celestial love,

In heaven what will be found?

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HYMN 34. C. M.

Divine Fortitude.

IDST thou dear Jesus suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me?

And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?

2 Forbid it Lord that I should dread,
To suffer shame or loss;

But in thy footsteps let me tread,
And glory in thy cross.

3. Inspire my soul with life divine,
And holy courage bold;

Let knowledge, faith and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal grow cold..

4. Say to my soul, why dost thou fear
The face of feeble man?
Behold thy heav'nly captain's here,
Before thee in the van.

50 how my soul would up and run,
At this reviving word;

Nor any painful suff'rings.shun,
To follow thee my Lord..

6 For this let men reproach, defame,
And call me what they will;
Lo I may glorify thy name,

And be thy servant still.

7 To thee I cheerfully submit,
And all my pow'rs resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine...

HYMN 35. C. M.

The rich provision of the Gospel.

ESUS, thy blessings are not few,

Nor is thy gospel weak ;

Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And heal the dying Greek.

2 Wide as the reach of satan's rage,
Does thy salvation flow;

It's not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low

3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair.

4 Come all ye wretched sinners come,
He'll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart has room
For rebels, such as you.

5 His doctrine is Almighty love,:
There's virtue in his name,

To turn a raven to a dove,

The lion to a lamb.

6. O could we raise a song of praise, Half equal to his love;

The heav'ns would ring, while we should sing, Through all the courts above.

HYMN 36.

The Pilgrim's song.

CHILDREN of the heavily king

As you journey, sweetly sing.;

Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are trav❜ling home to God, In the way your fathers trod;