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3 May love divine our feelings sway,
And all our actions sweetly guide ;
Taro' Him that groan'd; and bled and died. 4 Awake, our souls, in sweetest lays,
Unite our noblest powers to sing,
295. C. M. W. & B.
Low at thy feet we bend.
And all thy sufferings trace,
What rich unbounded grace!
With warm devotion rise!
Mount upward to the skies?
In us the heavenly flame;
Our hearts adore thy name.
And fill thy dwellings here,
296. C. M. Doddridge:
Now let them, from the mouth of God,
2 'Tis not a cause of small import,
The pastor's care demands;
And fill'd a Saviour's harıds. 3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord
Díd heavenly bliss forego ;-.
In boundless bliss or woe.
Th' account to render there; And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults,
Lord, where should we appear? 5 May they that Jesus whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see;
That they may watch for thee.
297. C. M. Altered. Conclusion of Sabbath worship. ELCOME and precious to my soul,
But what a glorious rest remains
To be enjoyed above!
Our weary souls shall rest,
And be for ever blest.
My Lord I've often seen;
In raptures I have been.
In this sweet frame be found,
And leave this earthly ground.
298. C. M. Cowper. The Mysteries of Providence. John xiii. 7. His wonders to perform ;
way, He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sovereign will.
The clouds ye so much dread
grace; Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
299. C. M. Hart.
The solemnities of death.
0! think before you die.
Your sins, how high they mount!
How stands that dark account?
3 Death enters, and there's no defence;
His time there's none can tell ;
To heaven, or else to hell.
Shall crawling worms consume;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.
Sinners, it speaks to you!
And mercy will ensue;-
How vile soe'er he be ;
300. S. M. W. & B. Judgment is disarmed of terror by Faith.
TOW, ere the trumpet shakes
What joyful tidings spread! 2 · Ye sinners, seek his grace,
· Whose wrath ye cannot bear, Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there.'
301., C. M. Wesley's Coll.
Lord, search our hearts !
E bow before thy gracious throne,
Thy real worshipper?
Nor feels his want of thee?
His pardon on the tree?
3 Convince him now of unbelief,
His desperate state explain ; And fill his heart with sacred grief,
And penitential pain. 4 Speak with the voice that wakes the dead
And bid the sleeper rise!
The death that never dies.
Repent and turn to thee,–
To all eternity
302. C. M. False Hope destroyed,
1,-a good one inspired. MY sins and fears like billows rise, That prayers and tears will e'er suffice
My debt of sin to pay.
Pour forth a purple tide,
Beneath his bleeding side.
To wash away my sin;
Can make the foulest clean. 4 Here, waiting at the pool I lie,
O speak the kind release ;
And bid me go in peace.