2 Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears,
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin!
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd-
Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing-but redeeming love.

6 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string;
Mortals, join the hosts above-
Join to praise redeeming love.

HYMN 164. C. M. WATTS.

Stade, Braintree.

1 PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair,

We wretched sinners lay-
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day!

2 With pitying eyes the prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw-and (Oh amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 Oh, for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious, human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

HYMN 165.

S. M. NEWTON.

Cambridge, St. Thomas.

REPARE a thankful song

PRE

To the Redeemer's name;

Let his high praise employ our tongue,
And every heart inflame.

2 He laid his glory by,

And bitter pains endur'd;
That rebels, such as you and I,
From wrath might be secur'd.

3 The Holy Ghost he sends,
Our stubborn souls to move:
To make his enemies his friends,
And conquer them by love.
4 Assur'd that Christ our King,
Will put our foes to flight;
We on the field of battle sing,
And triumph while we fight.

HYMN 166. C. M. HOSKINS.

Bray, Dundee.

Regeneration. John iii. 5, 7.

INNERS, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men ;

For Christ the Saviour hath declar'd, “Ye must be born again,”

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain ;

Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
"Ye must be born again."

3 Our nature's totally deprav'd-
The heart a sink of sin;
Without a change we can't be sav'd;
“Ye must be born again.”

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain;
Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,
That we are born again.

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HYMN 167. C. M. WATTS.

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Braintree, Irish.

TTEND, while God's exalted Son Doth his own glories shew; Behold, he sits upon his throne, Creating all things new.

2 Mighty Redeemer! set me free From my old state of sin;

Oh, make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.

3 Open mine eyes, unstop mine ears,
And form my heart afresh;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

4 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell;
In the new world that grace has made,
I would forever dwell.

CAN

HYMN 168. C. M.

Windsor, Bangor.

AN aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?

"Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine
To form the heart anew.

2 "Tis thine the passions to recal,
And upward bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

3 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live,

A beam of heaven, a vital ray-"Tis thine alone to give.

4 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our pow'rs,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN 169.

C. M.

Mear, Colchester.

WALLIN.

1

Efficacious grace. Ps. xlv. S, 5.

H Is thy victorious sword!

AIL! mighty Jesus; how divine

The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word."

2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give;
They pierce the hardest heart:
Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds to smart.

3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Come with majestic sway,

Down from thy glorious throne on high, And make thy foes obey.

4 And when thy vict'ries are complete ;
When all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing thy conquering grace;

5 Oh, may my humble soul be found
Among that favor'd band!

And I, with them, thy praise will sound As round the throne we stand.

HYMN 170. c. M.

Buckingham, Windsor.

WATTS.

Sanctification and pardon.

THERE shall we sinners hide our heads?

'W Can rocks or mountains save?
Or shall we wrap us in the shades
Of midnight and the grave ?