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HYMN 1. (C. M.)

Christ appearing to Sinners.

BLESSED Jesus, God's dear Son,
The holy woman's seed,
For thy name sake, O Lord, look down,
And hear us sinners plead.

2 Didst thou not come astray to find,
To seek and save the lost,

To bless the poor amongst mankind,
Lord, I am one thou know'st.

3 Thou know'st that I a sinner am,
To me repentance give,
Cover my sin, and hide my shame,
And teach me to believe.
Remember not, but O forgive
My weary sin-sick soul;

Pass by me, Lord, say

"Sinner, live,

"Thy faith hath made thee whole."

5 I own myself a sinful one,

A foolish child and poor;

Forgive the follies 1 have done,

Think on my sin no more.

6 Increase my faith, confirm my hope,
And perfect me in love,
Prepare a mansion for my soul,
In realms of peace above.

7 There let me see my Saviour's face,
And hear his joyful voice,
Speak pardon to my mourning soul,
And make my soul rejoice.

HYMN 2. as 119. (L. M.)

He hath done all things well. Mark vii. 37. 1 NOW in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise; With all his saints I'll join to tell, My Jesus hath done all things well.

2 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free,
Has been this love to sinful me;
This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell;
My Jesus hath done all things well.
3 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,
And yet he undertook my cause,
To save me, though I did rebel;
My Jesus hath done all things well.
And since my soul has known his love,
What mercies hath he made me prove;
Mercies which do all praise excel,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
5 Tho' many a fiery flaming dart,
The Tempter levels at my heart,
With this I all his rage repel-
My Jesus hath done all things well,

6 Now all his words his pow'r confess,
His wisdom all his works express;
But, O, his love what tongue can tell!
My Jesus hath done all things well.
7 And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,-
My Jesus hath done all things well.

HYMN 3. (7s.)

Lovest thou me ?

1 HARK, my soul, it is the Lord,

'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?


2" I deliver'd thee when bound,

"And when wounded heal'd thy wound;
"Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
"Turn'd thy darkness into light.

3" Can a woman's tender care
"Cease towards the child she bare?
"Yes, she may forgetful be,
"Yet will I remember thee.
4" Mine is an unchanging love,
"Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
"Free and faithful, strong as death.
5" Thou shalt see my glory soon,
"When the work of grace is done,
"Partner of my throne shall be;
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?”

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6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
Tho' my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee, and adore,
Oh for grace to love thee more.

HYMN 4. (L. M.)

The happy hopeful Saint. ̧

10 MAY I worthy prove to see,
The saints in full prosperity;
To see the bright, the glitt'ring bride,
Close seated by her Saviour's side.


2 O may I find some humble seat,
Beneath my dear Redeemer's feet;
A servant as before I've been,
And sing salvation to my King.


3 I'm glad that I am born to die ;
From grief and woe my soul shall fly;
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem.


4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
I hope to praise him after death;
I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.


5 Farewell, vain world, I am going home, My Saviour smiles and bids me come; Sweet Angels beckon me away,

To sing God's praise in endless day.



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