And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me."

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue;

Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

HYMN 18.

1 SAVIOUR, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with thy blood.
4 By thy hand restor'd, defended,
Safe through life thus far I'm come;
Safe, O Lord, when, life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

HYMN 19.

Titus iii. 4-7.

1 MY grateful soul, for ever praise,
For ever love his name,

Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths
Of folly, sin and shame.

2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
Which in our works we place;
Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race.

3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ,
That all our hopes begin;

His mercy sav'd our souls from death,
And wash'd us from our sin.

4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,
His sacred fire imparts,

Removes our dross, and love divine
Enkindles in our hearts.

(III. 3.)

(C. M.)

5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew;
And, justified by grace,
We hope in glory to appear,
And see our Father's face.

HYMN 20.

1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!

The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray:
Reason debas'd can never find
The safe, the narrow way.

3 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue ?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.

4 "Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes.

5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray; 'Tis thine alone to give.

60 change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine!

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

HYMN 21.

1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift,
On thee my hope depends,
Convinc'd that every perfect gift
From thee alone descends.

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And pow'r and wisdom too;
Without the Spirit of thy Son
We nothing good can do.

3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought,
Our good is all divine;

The praise of every holy thought
And righteous word is thine.

4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
The pow'r on thee to call,

In whom we are, and move, and live:
Our God is all in all.

(C. M.)

(C, M.)

HYMN 22.

1 SING, my soul, his wondrous love, Who, from yon bright throne above, Ever watchful o'er our race,

Still to man extends his grace.

2 Heav'n and earth by him were made,
All is by his sceptre sway'd;
What are we that he should show
So much love to us below?

3 God, the merciful and good,
Bought us with the Saviour's blood;
And, to make our safety sure,
Guides us by his Spirit pure,

4 Sing, my soul, adore his name;
Let his glory be thy theme:

Praise him till he calls thee home,
Trust his love for all to come.

(IIL. 1.)

1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!

Harmonious to the ear;

Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man,

And all the means that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace guides my wand'ring feet
To tread the heavenly road,
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

V. THE CHURCH.

HYMN 24.

1 LIKE Noah's weary dove,
That soar'd the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found;

2 0 cease, my wand'ring soul,

On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

(8. M.)

3 Behold the Ark of God, Behold the open door;

Hasten to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more. 4 There, safe thou shalt abide, There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blest.

5 And, when the waves of ire Again the earth shall fill,

The Ark shall ride the sea of fire;

Then rest on Zion's hill.

HYMN 25.

8. M.)

1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,

The Church our blest Redeemer sav'd
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy Church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 If e'er to bless thy sons,

My voice or hands deny,

These hands let useful skill forsake,

This voice in silence die.

4 If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare, or her wo,
Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.

5 For her my tears shall fall;

For her my pray'rs ascend;
To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
Till toils and cares shall end.

6 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,

Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliv'rance bring.

8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

HYMN 26.

Hebrews xii. 18. 22-24.

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke:

2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God;

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just
Whose faith is chang'd to sight.

4 Behold the bless'd assembly there
Whose names are writ in heav'n;
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare
Their sins, through Christ, forgiv'n!
5 Angels, and living saints and dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their vital Head,
And of his love partake.

(C. M.)

1 BLEST is the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love:

The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour united prayers;

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one;
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,

Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we at death must part,

How keen, how deep the pain! But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again.

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign
Throughout eternity.