Vindictive wrath, to sinners due,
His sacred bosom tore;

And pains that mortals never knew,
Brought blood from every pore.

6 Yet he was able to fulfil

Salvation's glorious plan,
The counsels of Jehovah's will,
Before the world began.

CCXCIX. L. M. EBEN-EZER COLLEC.
The Christian's Conflict. Rom. vii. 24, 25.
WH
HY should a son redeem'd with blood,
Born not of man, but born of God,
Feel an eternal war within,

"Twixt reigning grace and striving sin?
2 "Tis but to make him, ev'ry day,
From self to Jesus turn away;
His very falls, do make him wise,
And teach him where his victory lies.
3. Who but the soul that feels his wo,
Will to the blood of sprinkling go,
And seek salvation only there,
From all his sins, and guilt, and fear?
4 What though he finds himself deprav'd,
Yet he's in Christ a sinner sav'd;
And 'tis a sign of life within,

To groan beneath the pow'r of sin.

5 Boasting's excluded by the cross,
The creature's deeds are all but dross ;
Salvation's free, 'tis found alone
In Christ, the precious corner-stone.

CCC.

L. M.

EBEN-EZER.

Rom. viii. 35.

Union with Jesus.

1 TWIXT Jesus and the chosen race, Subsists a bond of sovereign grace,

That hell, with its infernal train, Shall ne'er dissolve, or rend in twain. 2 This sacred bond shall never break, Though earth should to her centre shake; Rest, doubting saint, assured of this, For God has pledged his holiness. 3 He swore but once, the deed was done, 'Twas settled by the great Three-One ; Christ was appointed to redeem

All that the Father lov'd in him.

4 Hail sacred union, firm and strong!
How great the grace, how sweet the song!
That worms of earth should ever be
One with incarnate Deity.

5 One in the tomb, one when he rose,
One when he triumphed o'er his foes,
One when in heaven he took his seat,
While seraph's sung all hell's defeat.
6 This sacred tie forbids their fears,
For all he is, or has, is theirs;

With him their head, they stand or fall,
Their life, their surety, and their all.

LORD'S DAY.

CCCI. L. M. J. STENNETT.
The Lord's Day.

ANOTHER six days' work is done,

Another Lord's day is begun;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has bless'd.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.
3 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none, but he that feels it, knows.
4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past,
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
In holy duties let the day,

In holy pleasures pass away;
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

CCCII. S. M. WATTS.

The Lord's day.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

That saw the Lord arise;

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day:
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.

A

CCCIII. L. M. NEW SELEC.

The Lord's day morning.

WAKE my heart! my soul arise!
This is the day believers prize;

Improve this sabbath then with care;
Another may not be thy share.

20 solemn thought!-Lord give me power Wisely to fill up every hour;

O for the wings of faith and love To bear my heart and soul above! 3 Jesus, assist, nor let me fail

To worship thee within the vale;
To glorify thy matchless grace,
To see the beauties of thy face.
4 Be with me in thy house to-day,
And tune my heart to praise and pray;
Command thy word to fall, like dew,
Refreshing, quickening all anew

Call forth my thoughts and let them rove
O'er the green pastures of thy love;
O let not sin prevent my rest,

Nor keep me from my Saviour's breast.

Give to thy church a large increase,
Send her prosperity and peace

1

May all the saints in Zion say,
O happy, happy, happy day!

CCCIV. P. M. BALTIMORE COLLEC.
To be sung before going to public worship. ·

THE

HE Saviour meets his flock to-day,
Shall I, in sloth, abide at home?

Shall I behind the people stay,

When Jesus says "There yet is room?” I'll go, it is a place of prayer,

Who knows but God will meet me there?
2 Remove temptation, O my Lord,
And all my enemies restrain

That strive to keep me from thy word,
In quest of ease or worldly gain ;*
And till the bridegroom shall appear
May I be still engag'd in pray'r.

1 WHEN, O dear Jesus, when shall I

Behold thee all serene?

Blest in perpetual sabbath-day,
Without a veil between?

2 Assist me while I wander here,
Amidst a world of cares;

Incline my heart to pray with love,
And then accept my prayers.

3 [Release my soul from every chain,
No more hell's captive led;

And pardon a repenting child,

For whom the Saviour bled.

4 Spare me, my God, O spare, the soul, That gives itself to thee;