With arms extended wide,
For sinners such as you and me,
The bleeding Saviour di'd.

5 'Tis finish'd said his dying breath,
And conquer'd death and hell,
That rebels doom'd to endless death,
Might in his bosom dwell.

Come then receive his grace and tell

The wonders of his love!

Till we arise with him to dwell,
In the bright worlds above.

7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy,'
Or wound our peaceful breast;
But boundless love, unmingled joy,
And everlasting rest.

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HYMN 47. C. M.

Farewell to all but Christ.

AREWELL vain world, I bid adieu,
Your glories I despise ;

Your friendship I no more pursue,
Your flatt'ries are but lies.

2 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;

Your highest pleasures turn to pain,
And all your treasure die.

3 Had I the Indies East and West,
And riches of the sea;

Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.

4 Then let my soul rise far above, By faith I'll take my wing,

To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing.

5 There's love and joy that will not waste;
There's treasures that endure ;
There's pleasure that will always last,
When time shall be no more.

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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;
He through this world has been
Often revil'd, but like a lamb
Did ne'er revile again.

3 O take the pattern he has giv❜n,
And love your enemies ;
And learn the only way to heav'n,
Through self denial lies.

4 Remember you must watch and pray,

While jour'ning on the road;

Lest you should fall out by the way,
And wound the cause of God.

5 Contend for nothing but the fruit,
That feeds th'immortal mind;
For fruitless leaves no more dispute,
But leave them to the wind.

6 Go on rejoicing night and day, Your crown is yet before;

Defy the trials of your way,
The storm will soon be o'er.

HYMN 49. C. M.

Longing for Christ.

COULD I find from day to day,
A nearness to my God;

Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy word.

2 Lord I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day,

In joys the world can never give,
Nor never take away.

30 Jesus come and rule my heart,
And I'll be wholly thine;
And never, never more depart,
For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

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,
To leave my Jesus so!

And now without his smiles I lie,
And know not where to go.

2 Once I enjoyed his smiling face;
But did not think so soon,
I should go mourning in distress,
And all my comforts gone.

3 Not all the glories of this earth,
Can do me any good :

My soul abhors all carnal mirth, to find my God.

And groans

4 O should I see his face again,
I'd tell him all my woe,
Confess how guilty I have been
To leave my Jesus so.

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,
Despis'd his spirit and his word, '
And wish'd to take his place;
It vex'd me sore that I must die,
And perish too eternally,

Or else be sav❜d by grace.

2 Of ev'ry preacher I'd complain,

One spoke through pride, and one for gain,
Another's learning small;

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 dress'd too mean, and some too fine,
And some did talk too long;

Some had a tone, some had no gift,
Some talk'd so weak and some so swift,
That all of them were wrong.

4 I thought they'd better keep at home,
Than to exhort where'er they come,
And tell us of their joys';

They'd better keep their gardens free
From weeds, than to examine me,
And vex me with their noise.

5 Kindred and neighbors all were bad;
And no true friends for to be had-
My rulers too were vile :

At length I was brought for to see,
The fault did mostly lie in me,
And had done all the while.

6 The horrid loads of guilt and shame,
(Being conscious too I was too blame,)
Did wound my frighted soul,

I've sinn'd so much against my God,
I'm crush'd so low beneath his rod,
How can I be made whole.

7 But there is balm in Gilead,
And a physician to be had,
A balsam too most free ;
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