78. Pleading the Covenant. Ps. lxxiv. 20. SCARBOROUGH. LORD my God, whose sov'reign love Be with me still, as heretofore, O lead me by thy gracious hand, 79. It is finished. John xix. 30. LEEDS. "TIS finish'd, so the Saviour cried, And meekly bow'd his head and died. "Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. "Tis finish'd-all that heaven decreed, 'Tis finish'd-heaven is reconcild, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: Peace, love, and happiness again Return and dwell with sinful men. 'Tis finish’d-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: 'Tis finish'd- let the echo fly Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky. 80. Eficacious Grace. Ps. xlv. 8–5. CAMBRIDGE NEW. HAIL! mighty. Jesus, how divine Is thy victorious sword! At thy commanding word. Ride with majestic sway: And make thy foes obey. When all the chosen race To sing thy conquering grace; Among that favour'd band! Throughout Immanuel's land, 81. The pardoning God. Micah vii. 18. EATON. GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways Crimes of such horror to forgive! And none shall in the honour share; Angels and men, resign your claim In wonder lost, with trembling joy, A pardon seal'd with Jesu's blood: O may this strange, this matchless grace, Fill the wide earth with grateful praise, 82. God ready to forgive; or Despair sinful. ULVERSTON. WHAT mean these jealousies and fears, Or lov'd to see us drénch'd in tears, Does he want slaves to grace his throne? Not all the sins which we have wrought, That he's unwilling to forgive. What tho' our crimes are black as night, Or glowing like the crimson morn; Immanuel's blood will make them white As snow through the pure æther borne. Lord, 'tis amazing grace we own, "I've found a ransom," saith the Lord, "No humble penitent shall die:" Lord, we would now believe thy word, And thy unbounded mercies try! 83. Desiring Communion with God. SUPPLICANT. MY rising soul, with strong desires, With steady steps would tread the road For thee I pant, for thee I burn, Thou wilt not hear when sinners pray. 84. 0 that I knew where I might find him;-Sins and Sorrows laid before God. Job xxiii. 3, 4. IRISH. THAT I knew the secret place I'd spread my wants before his face, |