mp The guilt of our iniquity Forgive, as we forgive. 4 "From dark temptation's power,- And guide us to the end. mf 5 "Thine, then, for ever be mp 442 mf 1 mf Through him we come to thee, and say,"All for his sake be done!" HYMN 442, S. M. Coming boldly to the Throne of Grace. BEHO EHOLD the throne of grace! There Jesus shows a smiling face, 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round we see, 3 Thine image, Lord! bestow, Conform our will to thine; 5 If thou these blessings give, mf 443 All worldly joys we 'll cheerful leave, HYMN 443, 78. Pleading with God. aff 1 LORD! I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow; mf Do not turn away thy face, Yet have been upheld till now ;- 4 Thou hast helped in every need— Canst thou let me sink at last? mf 5 No-I must maintain my hold; Since I plead for Jesus' sake. 444 1 REVIVAL. HYMN 444, L. M. The Sun of Righteousness. SUN of righteousness ! arise, 2 On all around, let grace descend, Like heavenly dew, or copious showers; That we may call our God our friend,That we may hail salvation ours. 0 HYMN 445, S. . LORD! thy work revive 2 Oh! let thy chosen few Their solemn vows again renew, And walk in filial fear. 3 Thy Spirit then will speak, Till hearts of adamant shall break,-- 4 Now lend thy gracious ear, 446 aff 1 Oh! come, and bring salvation near ;- HYMN 446, L. M. Weeping over Sinners. ARISE, my tenderest thoughts! arise; Dissolve in grief, my streaming eyes! In flames that no abatement know, 4 My God! I feel the mournful scene, 5 But feeble my compassion proves, 2 Exalt the Lamb of God,— Through all the world, proclaim: Returr, ye ransomed sinners! home. 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell! Your liberty receive; And blest in Jesus live; mf 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pard'ning grace: 448 1 Has full atonement made: Ye mourning souls! be glad: WH HYMN 448, L. M. Hope in Times of Darkness. 3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer; The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair." 4 Lord! I obey,—my hopes revive; Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing, Our foes in vain against us strive, For God will help and triumph bring. 449 aff 1 HYMN 449, L. M. The Vision of dry Bones. OOK down, O Lord! with pitying eye, Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, In vain they call, in vain they cry,- 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, Life spreads through all the realms of death; 5 So, when thy trumpet's awful sound mf 2 He gilds thy mourning face His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head; The nations round Thy form shall view, With lustre new, Divinely crowned. |