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Father, I've done thy justicc wrong,
Nor can deserve thy grace.
To seek his father's love;
And all his bowels move.
For follies he had done.
(The father gives command,)
With rings adorn his hand. 7:A day of feasting I ordain,
Let mirth and joy abound;
C. M. 206. The converted Thief. Luke xxiii. 42. * AS on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died, lle pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languish'd at his side. 9 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;
And thus his prayer address’d;
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
And weltering in thy blood.
In triumph thou shalt rise, Burst through the gloomy shades of death, And shine above the skies.
5 “Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me, And in the vict'ries of thy death
Let me a sharer be,' 6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies, “To-day thy parting soul shal) be With me in Paradise.”
C. M. 207. The leper healed. Matt. viii. 2, s. 1 WHEN the poor leper's case I read,
My own describid I feel; Sin is a leprosy indeed,
Which none but CHŘIST can heal. 2 What anguish did my soul endure,
Tili hope and patience ceas'd! The more I strove myself to cure,
The more the plague increas'd. 3 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw
The Saviour passing by; To him, though fill'd with shame and aw.
I rais'd my mournful cry.
Oh, pity to me shew;
My filthy heart renew.
Pronounc'd the healing word: “I will-be clean,” and while he spoke
I felt my health restor'd. 6 Come, sinners, seize the present hour,
The Saviour's grace to prove; He can relieve, for he is pow'r. He will, for he is love.
C. M. 208. Bartimeus's Prayer. Mark x. 46–50. 'LKE Bartimeus, we are blind, Inwi apt in nature's night;
The grossest darkness veils our mind,
For sin prevents the sight.
To open sinners' eyes;
And heal their maladies.
And in the Lord believe;
You may your sight receive.
He is the sinner's friend;
He will your suit attend.
“ Nor dare to make so free, Then cry the more,
and never cease,
Go to the Lord of light;
And he will give you sight.
PRESENT AND FUTURE LIFE, 209.
L. M. (285.)
The beatitudes. 1 BLESS'D. are the humble souls, who see
Their ignorance and poverty: Treasures of grace to them are givin,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
A healing balm for all their woes.
God will secure their peaceful state,
And plead their cause against the great.
Hunger and long for righteousness:
With living streams and living bread.
And melt with sympathy and love;
Like sympathy and love again.
From the defiling power of sin:
A God of spotless purity.
Who quench the coals of growing strife:
The sons of God, the God of peace.
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake:
(284.) C. M. 210.
The blessings of obedience.
Whose ways are right and clean;
But fly from ev'ry sin.
And practise thy commands;
And serve thee with their hands.
How firm their souls abide!
4 Then shall my lieart have inward joy,
And keep my face from shame,
L. M. 211,
Religion. 1 THROUGH shades and solitudes profvurd,
The fainting traveller winds his way; Bewildering meteors glare around,
And tempt his wandering feet astray. 2 Welcome, thrice welcome, to his eye,
The sudden moon's inspiring light, When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night! 3 Thus mortals, blind and weak, below
Pursue the phantombliss, in vain; The world's a wilderness of wo,
And life a pilgrimage of pain! 4 Till mild religion from above,
Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of heavenly love,
The bow of promise 'mid the storm. 5 Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul. 9 At her approach the grave appears
The gate of Paradise restor’d;
And drops his double-flaming sword. 7 Baptiz'd with her renewing fire,
May we the crown of glory gain: Rise when the hosts of heaven expire, And reign with God, for ever reiga!