Shine upon thy work of grace, 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all I pray; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to day. NEWTON. HYMN 44. C. M. Downs. Thou knowest that I love thee. Jn. xxi. 16. 3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock I would disdain to feed? Hast thou a foe before whose face 5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood And challenge the cold hand of Death 6 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord! But, yet I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, That I may love thee more. HYMN 45. 8s. and 7s. Sicily. Declensions Lamented. 1 Once, O Lord! thy garden flourish'd, 2 But a drought has since succeeded, 3 Some, in whom we once delighted, 4 Dearest Saviour' hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain. NEWTON. HYMN 46. 7s. Norwich. 1 Son of God, thy blessing grant, 2 Tend'rest one, alas! am I; 3 All my hopes on thee depend; Love me, save me, to the end! Give me thy supporting grace, Take the everlasting praise. H. F. BURDER'S COL. HYMN 47. ` L. M. Old Hundred. The Star of Bethlehem. 1 When marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glitt'ring host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud,-the night was dark, 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was, the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 6 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, The Star!-The Star of Bethlehem! H. K. WHITE. HYMN 48. L. M. Armley. Christ the Physician of Souls. Jer. viii. 22. 1 Deep are the wounds which sin has made; 2 Sin like a raging fever reigns, 3 But can no sovereign balm be found, 4 Yes, there's a great Physician near, 5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, STEELE. HYMN 49. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Christ the Rock of Ages. 1 Rock of ages! cleft for me, Be of fear and sin the cure; 2 Should my tears forever flow,— 3 While I draw this fleeting breath Let me hide myself in thee. Montgomery's Sel. HYMN 50. C. M. Downs. Fountain Opened. Zech. xiii. 1. 1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 3 Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4 E'er since by faith, I saw the stream, Redeeming love has been my theme, |