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Redemption by his blood
Thro all the world proclaim:
The heritage above;
The gift of Jesu's love :.
Your liberty receive ;
And blest in Jesus live:.
year of Jubilee, &c.
The news of pard’ning grace::
Behold your Saviour's face:
year of Jubilee, &c.
FII. THE CHRISTIANS CHARACTER AND
Hymn 204. P. M. Why will ye die? O house of Israel! Ezek. xvü: 31:. 1. INNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why:
2. Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why:
Will you slight his grace, and die? 3. Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?
God, the Spirit asks you why:
you not the grace receive?
still refuse to live ? Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will you grieve your God, and die? 4. Dead, already dead within,
Spiritually dead in sin ;
after second death?
Hymn 205. c. m.
For you, Christ suffer'd pain :
And shall he bleed in vain ? 2. Misers, his life for you he paid,
Your basest crimes he bore : Drunkards, on him your sins were laid,
That you might sin no more. 3. The God of love, to earth he came,
That you might come to heav'n:.
Believe, believe, on Jesu's name,
And see your sins forgiv'n.
And sure as he hath dy'd,
And thou art justify’d.
Hymn 206. c. m Conviction of sin by the law, Rom. vii. 8, 9, 14, 24). ORD, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!. I was alive without the law,
And thaught my sins were dead. 2. My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright,
But since the precept came With a convincing pow'r and light;
I find how vile I am.
Till terribly I saw
Was thine eternal law.
My sins reviv'd again.
And all my hopes were slain. 5. I'm like a helpless captive, sold
Under the pow'r of sin;
Nor keep my conscience clean. 6. My God, I cry with ev'ry breath
For some kind pow'r to save.
And thus redeem the slave.
Hymn 207. c. M. 1. ISTAKEN souls! that dream of heav'ng
And make their
While they are slaves to lust. 2. Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead. None but a living pow'r unites
To Christ the living head. 3. 'Tis faith that changes all the heart;
-'Tis faith that works by love ; That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
By a celestial pow'r ;
In the decisive hour.
Hymn 208. c. M.
He burns within with restless fires;
From vanity to vanity.
Some solid good to fill the mind ;
The inward thirst and torment still. 3. So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns :
To change the place, but keep the pain. 4. Great God! subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust ;
Hymn 209. L: M.
Luke x. 21, 22.
And spoke his joy in words of praise : “Father, I thank thee, mighty God,
“Lord of the earth, and heav'ns and seas. 2. “I thank thy sov'reign pow'r and love,
“That crowns my doctrine with success :
“The height, and breadth and length of grace. 3. “But all this glory lies conceald,
« From men of prudence and of wit;
6 And their own pride resists the light. 4.“ Father 'tis thus, because thy will
“Chose and ordain'd it should be so ; "'Tis thy delight tabase the proud, “And lay the haughty scorner low.
Hymn 210. c. M.
I hate his flatt'ring breath ;
To cheat our souls to death.
Or kills with slavish fear;
Presumption or despair.
" To walk the road to heav'n;" Anon he swells our sins, and cries :
They cannot be forgiv'n.” 4. He bids