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1 AND does the kind Redeemer stoop,

M In such reviving strains,
Diseased sinners to invite,

And heal their heart-felt pains ?

2 Will be on no account cast out

The penitent, that flies
To his kind arms, for life and grace,

And all salvation's joys ?

3 From age to age have coming souls

A hearty welcome found, Pleasures beyond whate'er they knew ,

In sin's enchanted round ?

4 Can they his truth and grace attest,

With their expiring breath, -
And find his word their trust in life,

Their cordial too in death?

6 Be gone, my unbelieving fears,

Nor more, my soul, delay; Jesus, I come, and at thy feet

Fain would thy call obey.

6 Frown not away a soul that wants

Thy grace to trust and try, Determin’d, if I perish, Lord,

Low at thy feet to die.

38. For a Blessing on the Word. (P. M.)

N what has now been sown,

Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
The power is thine alone,

To make it spring and grow:
Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou alone shalt have the praise.

39. After Sermon. (P. M.)
I NOW may. He who from the dead

Brought the Shepherd of the sheep,
Jesus Christ, our King and Head,

All our souls in safety keep! 2 May he teach us to fulfil,

What is pleasing in his sight; .. . Perfect us in all his will,

And preserve us day and night!
3 To that dear Redeemer's praise,

Who the cov’nant seal'd with blood,
Let our hearts and voices raise

Loud thanksgivings to our God.

40.

The same. (P.M.)

1 L ASTEN, sinner, to be wise,

11 Stay not for the morrow's sun:
The longer, wisdom you despise,

Harder is she to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore;

Stay not for the morrow's sun : Lest thy season should be o’er,

Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return,

Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,

Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ;

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; Lest perdition thee arrest,

Ere the morrow is begun.

LORD'S DAY. 41. For a Lord's Day Morning. (S. M.) 1 PEHOLD the lofty sky

D Declares its Maker God,
And all his starry works on high

Proclaim his pow'r abroad.
2 The darkness and the light

Still keep their course the same; While night to day, and day to night,

Divinely teach his name. 3 In ev'ry diff'rent land

Their gen'ral voice is known;
They shew the wonders of his hand,

And orders of his throne.
Ye British lands, rejoice;

Here he reveals his word:
We are not left to Nature's voice,

To bid us know the Lord.

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5 His statutes and commands

Are set before our eyes:
He puts his gospel in our hands,

Where our salvation lies.
6 His laws are just and pure,

His truth without deceit;
His promises for ever sure,

And his rewards are great.
ng While of thy works I sing,

Thy glory to proclaim,
Accept the praise, my God, my King,

In my Redeemer's name.

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For a Lord's Day Morning (S. M.)
REHOLD the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;
His beams thro' all the nations ran,

And life and light convey.
But where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

And gives the blind their sight.
How perfect is thy word !

And all thy judgments just!
For ever sure thy promise, Lord, -

And men securely trust.
My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions giv'n!
O may I never read in vain,

But find the path to heav'n.

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43. The Morning of a Lord's Day. (C. M.)
1 LARLY, my God, without delay,
V I haste to seek thy face:
My thirsty spirit faints away,

Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink or die.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r,

Thro' all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heav'nly hour,

That vision so divine !
4 Not all the blessings of a feast

Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,

And in thy presence dwell.
5 Not life itself, with all her joys,

Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

As thy forgiving love.
6 Thus, till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King ;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

For the Lord's Day. (L. M.)
I SWEET is the work, my God, my King,

To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ;
To shew thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

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