And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name,-
Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God..

3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O, Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my Counsellor and Friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy great example mine.

HYMN 433. L. M. [# or b ]

Humble Devotion.

1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought, Be all beneath thyself. forgot,

Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own, In prostrate homage round thy throne. 2 O may we live before thy face

The willing subjects of thy grace,
And through each path of duty move
With filial awe and filial love!

HYMN 434. L. M. [#]

Ardent Devotion.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim; Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Not all by worldly men possessed, Nor all the joys our senses know,

Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. 3 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed.

4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And fill the remnant of my days.

HYMN 435. L. M. [#]

Private and public Devotion.

1 GOD in his earthly temple lays Foundations for his heavenly praise; ⚫ And loves to see that worship rise, Which forms his offspring for the skies. 2 His mercy every house attends, Whence pure devotion's flame ascends, And ever lends a gracious ear,

Where churches join in praise and prayer.

3 His blessing yields a large increase
Of wisdom, and of sacred peace;
While ripening holiness and love
Prepare their souls for joys above.

4 Father supreme, whose sovereign sway
All worlds, all beings, must obey,
May our first wish and object be,
On earth, in heaven, to dwell with thee.

HYMN 436. 8 & 7s. M. [#]

Devotional Praise.

1 PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator;
Praise to thee from every tongue;
Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.

2 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.

HYMN 437. S. M. [#]

Pure Devotion.

1 LET pure devotion rise,
And kindle to a flame,
Ascend like incense to the skies,
In our Redeemer's name.

2 His word, like drops of dew,
Descends on every heart,
Subdues and fashions us anew,
And bids our sins depart.

3 His grace our faith sustains,
And dissipates our fear,

Binds all our wounds, abates our pains,
And gives us comforts here.

4 He bids our willing eyes

Look through the gloomy shade,

To joys immortal in the skies,
never cloy nor fade.

That

CONSOLATORY SUBJECTS.

HYMN 438. C. M. [b]

God the Source of Consolation.

1 WHEN 'reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
What power shall save us from despair?
What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil
Can soothe the mourner's smart ;
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our wo to joy can turn,

And light the lamp of life and love
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee;
To God thy woes reveal;

His eye alone thy wounds can see,
power alone can heal.

His

HYMN 439. L. M. [b]

Death the Gate of endless Joy.

1 WHY should we start and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; → Still we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

HYMN 440. C. M. [b]

Comfort under Bereavements.

1 WHY do we mourn departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our Love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 Thence he arose, ascended high,
And showed our feet the way;