Love to Christ and his flock.
1 DO not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And cast each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still
To my attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?
cr 3 Do I not love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?
5 Could not my heart pour forth its blood
In honor of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?
6 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord:
But oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
S. M. St. Giles. Psalm 25.
Weeping penitence. Luke xix. 41.
aff 1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep?
And shall our tears be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye!
2 The Son of God in tears!
Ye wond'ring angels see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee!
di 3 'Tis well for thee to weep,
Each sin demands a tear;
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
7's.-German Hymn.
Winning souls to Christ. Prov. xi. 30.
Ρ 1 WOULD you win a soul to God,
Tell him of a Saviour's blood,
Once for dying sinners spilt,
To atone for all their guilt.
2 Tell him how the streams did glide
From his hands, his feet, his side,
How his head with thorns was crown'd,
And his heart in sorrow drown'd:
3 How he yielded up his breath,
How he agoniz'd in death,
How he lives to intercede,
Christ our Advocate and Head.
4 Tell him, it was sovereign grace,
Led THEE first to seek his face;
Made thee choose the better part,
Wrought salvation in thy heart.
p 5 Tell him of that liberty
Wherewith Jesus makes us free;
Sweetly speak of sins forgiv'n,
Earnest of the joys of heav'n.
1. M. Vanhall's. Park-street,
The pentecostal season.
1 GREAT was the day, the joy was great,
When the belov'd disciples met,
While on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like cloven tongues of flame.
2 What signs and miracles he gave,
Words that had pow'r to kill or save;
The gift of healing, and of tongues,
Instead of swords or warlike throngs.
3 Nations, the learned and the rude,
Were by those heav'nly arms subdu'd,
While Satan rages at his loss,
And hates the doctrines of the cross.
4 The weapons of God's holy war,
Of what amazing force they are,
To make the stubborn passions bow,
And lay the proudest rebel low!
f 5 Great King of Grace, my heart subdue! I would be led in triumph too,
A willing captive to my Lord,
And sing the vict'ries of his word.
C. M. D.-Retirement.
Church fellowship in a revival.
d 1 OUR souls by love together drawn, Cemented, mix'd in one;
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice →→
'Tis heav'n on earth begun :
Our hearts have felt the Spirit's pow'r,
And glow'd with sacred fire;
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blest,
And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire.
2 A cloud of mercy rises still;
The heav'ns are big with rain:
Lord, hasten the celestial show'r,
Nor let us plead in vain:
Now while the gentle drops descend,
Pour down a mighty flood;
ƒ Deluge the nations, shake the earth,
Till all proclaim thee God.
di 3 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, To form thy starry crown;
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine,
Proclaim'd by thee, thy own;
May we, a little band of love,
We sinners sav'd by grace,
From glory unto glory chang'd,
Behold thee face to face.
H. M.-Weymouth. Triumph.
Rejoicing in a general revival.
1 O ZION, tune thy voice,
And lift thy hands on high;
Tell all the world thy joys,
And shout salvation nigh:
Cheerful in God,
Arise and shine;
While rays divine
Stream all abroad.
2 He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all resplendent grace
He pours around thy head:
The nations round
Thy form shall view,
With lustre new
Divinely crown'd.
3 In honor to his name
Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim
Which makes thy darkness bright:
Pursue his praise,
Till sovereign love
In worlds above,
Thy glory raise.
4 There on his holy hill
A brighter Sun shall rise,
And with his radiance fill
Those fairer, purer skies:
While round his throne
Ten thousand stars,
In nobler spheres
His influence own.
APPEALS TO THE UNCONVERTED.*
7's.-German Hymn.
Expostulation with the sinner.
1 HASTE, O sinner, to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom warns thee from the skies,
All the paths of death to shun.
2 Haste, and mercy now implore:
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Thy probation may be o'er,
Ere this evening's work is done.
⚫ See CHRIST, GOSPEL, DOCTRINAL, CONVICTION AND CONVERSION, JUDGMENT, &c., also PSALMS 2, 36, 50, 52, 55, 59, 68, 88, 97 139.
3 Haste, while yet thou canst be blest:
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Death may e'en thy soul arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
7's and 6's.-The Warning. Kingswood.
Alarm to the sinner.
ag 1 SINNER, stop, O stop and think,
Before you farther go;
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo!
On the verge of ruin stop;-
Now the friendly warning take
Stay your footsteps, ere you drop
Into the burning lake!
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod
With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,
Which his justice shall proclaim,
When the earth shall melt away,
Like wax before the flame?
3 Ghastly death will quickly come,
And drag you to the bar:
Then you'll hear your awful doom,
And sink in deep despair!
All your sins will round you crowd;
You will mark their crimson die,
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And then-no refuge nigh.
ag 1 ADORE and tremble, for our God
Is a consuming fire;*
Those that despise a Saviour's blood,
Must meet his awful ire.
2 Reluctantly the burning rays
Are forc'd into a flame;
But kindled, oh, how fierce they blaze,
Upon all nature's frame!
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