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2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

30 Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.
4 Thus till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And when my flesh disolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

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HYMN 146. с. м. WATTS.

Decrees of God.

EEP silence-all created things,
And wait your Maker's nod:
My soul stands trembling, while she sings
The honors of her God.

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown
Hang on his firm decree ;
He sits on no precarious throne,
Nor borrows leave to be.

3 Chain'd to his throne, a volume lies,
With all the fates of men :
With ev'ry angel's form and size,
Drawn by th' eternal pen.

4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine;

Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke,
Fulfils some deep design.

5 Here, he exalts neglected worms
To sceptres and a crown;
And there, the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.

6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God the reason gives;
Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.

7 In thy fair book of life and grace,
Oh, may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord-the Lamb.

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HYMN 147.

L. M.

BEDDOME.

WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Tumultuous passions, all be still!

Nor let a murm'ring thought arise,
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals ;
But tho' his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 In heav'n, and earth, and air, and
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.

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4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait, Prostrate before his awful seat:

And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

HYMN 148. L. M. J. STEWARD.

Depravity,

1 GOD, from his throne, with piercing

eye,

Naked does every heart behold;
But never, till we come to die,
Will he to us the view unfold.

2 Should sin, in naked form appear,
Just as it rises in the heart,
And others know and see it there
In ev'ry feeling, every thought;
3 The fire of hell must kindle soon,
How envy and revenge would flame!
One heart would urge another on,
Till rage and vengeance want a name!

4 Sin in its nature would appear
A living death, to form a hell;
The worst of mis'ries creatures fear,
The worst of plagues the tongue can tell.
5 Unveil'd and naked ev'ry heart
Before the judgment seat must stand,
Sin act no more a double part,
But meet a death from its own hand.

6 The fiery lake will hotter grow
From the fierce clash of sinful souls;
Each bosom like a furnace glow,
Nor God the rage, or fire control.

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HYMN 149. L. M. J. STEWARD.

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Sin and misery connected. H, wretched souls are they, who hear With scorn, the sound of gospel grace; For sorrow walks along with sin, Although they keep not equal pace. 2 How blindly sinners grasp their chains, And yet of freedom vainly boast; They look for happiness and peace, Nor think by sin their peace is lost. 3 Approaching vice is deck'd in charms, And smiles with promises of gain ; No sooner past-its joys are fled, And all its pleasures chang'd to pain. 4 Sinners may for a time rejoiceTill storms of threaten'd wrath ariseTill justice grasp th' avenging sword; And then the wretch, the sinner dies.

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HYMN 150. 7s.

EARTS of stone, relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdu'd;

See his body, mangled-rent,
Cover'd with a gore of blood;

Sinful soul, what hast thou done!
Murder'd God's eternal Son.

2 Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fix'd him there;
Crown'd with thorns his sacred head,
Piere'd him with a soldier's spear;
Made his soul a sacrifice,
For a sinful world he dies.

3 Will you let him die in vain,
Still to death pursue your Lord;
Open tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood?
No! with all my sins I'll part,
Saviour, take my broken heart.

HYMN 151. 11, 8.

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Election. Jer. xxxi. 3. 1 Cor. iv. 7.

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N songs of sublime adoration and praise; Ye pilgrims, for Zion who press, Break forth and extol the great Ancient of

days,

His rich and distinguishing grace.

2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you,Broke forth and discover'd its flame, When each with the cords of his kindness

he drew,

And brought you to love his great name.

30, had not he pity'd the state you were in, Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt: