You all would have liv'd, would have

dy'd too in sin,

And sunk with the load of your guilt.

4 What was there in you, that could merit

esteem,

Or give the Creator delight? "Twas "Even so, Father," you ever must

sing,

"Because it seem'd good in thy sight."

5 Then give all the glory to his holy name, To him all the glory belongs;

Be yours the high joy still to sound forth

his fame,

And crown him in each of your songs.

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NEWTON.

The Lord's call. 2 Cor. vi. 17, 18.

4

1

:

LET

us adore the grace that seeks

To draw our hearts above!

Attend, 'tis God, the Saviour, speaks,
And every word is love.

2 "Come forth," he says, "no more pursue

The path that leads to death; Look up, a bleeding Saviour view, Look, and be sav'd by faith.

3" My sons and daughters you shall be,

Thro' my atoning blood;
And you shall claim and find in me,
A Father, and a God."

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4 Lord. speak these words to ev'ry heart,
By thine Almighty voice;
That we may now from sin depart,
And make thy love our choice.

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Grace reigning. Rom. v. 21.

OW may the Lord reveal his face,
And teach our stamm'ring tongues

1 NOW

To make his sov'reign, reigning grace,
The subject of our songs!

2 Grace reigns to pardon crimson sins,
To melt the hardest hearts;
And, from the work it once begins,
It never more departs.

3 'Twas grace that call'd our souls at first,
By grace thus far we're come,
And grace will help us thro' the worst,
And lead us safely home.

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DODDRIDGE.

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Salvation by grace. Eph. ii. 5.

RACE! '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 the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.

3 Grace led my roving 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.

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MAZING grace ! how sweet the sound,
That sav'd a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found-
Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd.

3 Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;

'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease;

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I shall possess within the veil,
A life of of joy and peace.

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OV'REIGN grace hath power alone
To subdue a heart of stone;

And the moment grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.

2 When the Lord was crucify'd,
Two transgressors with him dy'd;
One, with vile blaspheming tongue,
Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung.

3 Thus he spent his wicked breath
In the very jaws of death;
Perish'd, as too many do,
With the Saviour in his view.

4 But the other touch'd with grace,
Saw the danger of his case;
Faith receiv'd to own the Lord,
Whom the scribes and priests abhor'd.

5 'Lord,' he pray'd, 'remember me,
When in glory thou shalt be :'
'Soon with me,' the Lord replies,
Thou shalt rest in paradise.

6 This was wondrous grace indeed,
Grace bestow'd in time of need!
Sinners, trust in Jesus' name,
You shall find him still the same.

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STEELE.

Pardon. Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4. 1TOW oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word.

2 Yet suv'reign mercy calls, "Return :"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
Oh, take the wand'rer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous. love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!
That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore ;
Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

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STENNETT.

The converted thief. Luke xxiii. 39-43.

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on the cross the Saviour hung,

And wept, and bled, and dy'd,

He pour'd salvation on a wretch,
That languish'd at his side.