5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy pow'r to save; When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue, Lies silent in the grave. COWPER. HYMN 51. C. M. Medfield. Jesus Precious. 1 Pet. ii. 7. 1 Jesus! I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud, That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Whate'er my noblest pow'rs can wish, 3 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 4 I'll speak the honors of thy name, Then speechless, clasp thee in mine arms— And trust thy love in death. DODDRIDGE. HYMN 52. 8s. & 7s. Sicily. 1 Hail, my ever blessed Jesus! Only thee I wish to sing; To my soul thy name is precious, Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King. 2 Oh, what mercy flows from heaven! 3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin, 4 Witness all ye hosts of heav'n, 5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir! Praise the Lamb enthron'd above; While astonish'd, I admire God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That bless'd moment I received him, WINGROVE. HYMN 53. L. M. Pilesgrove. Christ dying, Rising, and Reigning. 1 He dies!-the friend of sinners dies! 2 Ye saints, approach!-the anguish view, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree- 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! Up to his Father's court he flies! Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him-welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints and tell 6 Say, "Live forever glorious King; "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting? "And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave." WATTS. HYMN 54. 7s. Christ the refuge from the storm. 1 Jesus, Saviour of my soul! Let me to thy bosom fly; With the shadow of thy wing. 2 Other refuge have I noneHelpless hangs my soul on thee. Leave, oh! leave me not alone; Still support and comfort me, Hide, me O my Saviour! hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; Oh receive my soul at last. CHURCH PSALMODY. HYMN 55. L. M. Wells. Mark 8. 38. Not ashamed of Jesus. 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be, Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor, 2 Asham'd of Jesus!-sooner far 3 Asham'd of Jesus!-that dear friend, 4 Asham'd of Jesus!-yes I may— 5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,) HYMN 56. 8s. and 7s. Sicily. Suppliant address to the Saviour. 1 Jesus! full of all compassion, 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 3 Whither should a wretch be flying, GRIGG. 4 On the word thy blood hath sealed, 5 In the world of endless ruin, 6 Sav'd-the deed shall spread new glory HYMN 57. 8s. and 7s. Sicily. Grateful recollections. 1 Come thou Fount of ev'ry blessing! 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 3 O! to grace how great a debtor, TURNER. |