3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 I can but perish if I go-
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.

6 But if I die with mercy sought,
When I the King have tried;

This were to die-delightful thought !—
As sinner never died.

1 REPENTING souls, to Jesus come,
Why groan beneath your load of sin?
For you in Jesus' side there's room;
His loving heart will take you in
He calls you now, invites you home:
Repenting souls, to Jesus come.
2 For you the purple current flowed

In pardons from his wounded side,
Languish'd for you the Son of God;
For you the Prince of Glory died;
Believe, and sin shall be forgiven,
Only believe, and yours is heaven.

1 COME, O thou all-victorious Lord,
Thy power to us make known,
Strike with the hammer of thy Word,
And break these hearts of stone.

2 Give us ourselves and thee to know,
In this our gracious day,
Repentance unto life bestow,
And take our sins away.

3 Convince us first of unbelief,
And freely then release;

Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And then enrich with

peace.

4 A blessed sense of guilt impart,
And then remove the load;

Trouble, and wash the troubled heart
In the atoning blood.

5 Our desp'rate state through sin declare,
And speak our sins forgiven;
By perfect holiness prepare,
And take us up to heaven.

He is loving, kind, and gracious,
And his blood is efficacious,
Every soul may feel him precious,
Only believe.

2 Is there one that's seeking pardon?
Only believe;

Cast on him your heavy burden,
Only believe;
Let not Satan longer bind you,
Nor the world and sin deceive you,
Christ the Lord will now receive you

Only believe.

3 Is there one who has backslidden?

Only believe;

You have walked in paths forbidden,

Only believe; How ungrateful thus to leave him, To despise his grace, and grieve him, But again you may receive him,

Only believe;

4 Is there one wants sanctifying?

Only believe

Only believe;

Jesus' blood is purifying

Glory, honour, praise, and power
Be unto the Lamb for ever,

From all sin he does deliver

Those who believe.

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THE SAILORS' MEETING.

L. M.

1 WHEN o'er the deep thy servants sail,
Send thou, O Lord, a prosperous gale;
And on their hearts, where'er they go,
Oh let thy heavenly breezes blow.
2 If on the morning wings they fly,
They will not pass beyond thine eye;
The wanderer's prayer thou bend'st to hear,
And faith exults to know thee near.
3 When tempests rock the groaning bark,
Oh hide them safe in Jesus' ark!
When in the temp'rary port they ride,
Oh keep them safe at Jesus' side!

4 If life's wide ocean smile or roar,
Still guide them to the heavenly shore;
And grant their dust in Christ may sleep,
Abroad, at home, or on the deep.

sail the wild

[is gleaming,

1 WHEN through the torn tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, [perish." We fly to our Maker: "Help, Lord, or we

2 O Jesus, once tossed on the breast of the billow,

Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,

Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Who cries in his danger, "Help, Lord, or we perish."

3 And oh when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

When hell in our hearts its wild warfare is waging,

Arise in thy strength, thy redeemed to cherish!

Rebuke the destroyer, "Help, Lord, or we perish."

1 THE gospel ship has long been sailing, Bound for Canaan's peaceful shore; All who wish to sail to glory,

Come and welcome, rich and poor.

2 Thousands she has safely landed
Far beyond this mortal shore;
Thousands still are sailing in her,
Yet there's room for thousands more.

3 Waft along this noble vessel,
All ye gales of gospel grace,
Carrying every faithful sailor
To his heavenly landing place.