CROWN HIM. CXXIV. C. M. Miles's lane tune. W 1 BACKSLIDERS, who your misery feel, 2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt, 3 Take with you words, approach his throne, 4 Whoever comes he'll not cast out, CXXV. C. M. Miles's lane tune. SELEC. RIPPON'S The spiritual Coronation. Cant. iii. 11. "A ANGELS. LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. MARTYRS. 2 [Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, CONVERTED JEWS. 3 [Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, BELIEVING GENTILES. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget SINNERS OF EVERY AGE. 5 [Babes, men, and sires, who know his love, SINNERS OF EVERY NATION. 6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe To him all majesty ascribe, OURSELVES. 7 O that, with yonder sacred throng, WE'LL join the everlasting song, THE INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT. 2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far 3 The light of truth to us display, That we from God may ne'er depart 4 Lead us to holiness, the road That we must take to dwell with God; CXXVII. L. M. Denbigh Tune. TOPLADY. 1 A T anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry," SWEET SPIRIT, come! "Celestial breeze, no longer stay, "But swell my sails and spread my way! 2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, "And loose my cable from below: "But I can only spread my sail; "THOU, THOU must breathe th' auspicious gale!" CXXVIII. C. M. DODDRIDGE, Divine drawings celebrated; or, Gratitude the spring of true religion. Hosea xi. 4. MY God, what silken cords are thine! How soft, and yet how strong! While power, and truth, and love combine To draw our souls along. 2 Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the yoke Of Satan and of sin: Thy hand the iron bondage broke, 3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins And grace, when first the war begins, 4 Comfort through all this vale of tears And glory of unnumber'd years 5 Drawn by such cords we onward move, 1 CXXIX. L. M. WATTS. The operations of the Holy Spirit. And sing the wonders of thy grace; 3 Thy pow'r and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin; Do our imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled concience knows thy voice; THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. FAITH. CXXX. S. M. BEDDOME. Faith, its Author and preciousness. Eph. ii. 8. 1 FAITH!-'tis a precious grace, Where'er it is bestow'd! It boasts of a celestial birth, 2 Jesus it owns a king, And all-atoning priest, 3 To him it leads the soul, When fill'd with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness. 4 Since 'tis thy work alone, Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son FA CXXXI. C. M. D. TURNER. The Power of Faith. AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, Its aid in every duty brings, And softens all my cares: |