Oh mercy ! oh mercy ! look down from above,
Remember, on us, thy sad children, with love!
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven!

HYMN 61.

THE LORD shall come ! the earth shall quake,
The mountains to their centre shake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.

The Lord shall come! but not the same
As once in lowliness He came ;
A silent Lamb before His foes,

A weary man and full of woes.

The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,
With rainbow-wreath and robes of storm;
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed Judge of all mankind.

Can this be He, who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
Oppress'd by pow'r, and mock'd by pride,
The Nazarine,-the crucified?

While sinners in despair shall call,
"Rocks hide us; mountains, on us fall !"
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing, "The Lord is come !"

'HYMN 62.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear ?

If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

When Thou, O Lord! shall stand disclos'd

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O! how shall I appear ?

Lord, see the sorrows of my heart,

Ere yet it be too late ;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give those sorrows weight!

For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure;

Who knows Thine only Son has died
To seal her pardon sure.

MISCELLANEOUS.

HYMN 63.

Exhortation to Prayer.

WHAT various hind'rances we meet

In coming to a mercy seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,

But wishes to be often there ?

Pray'r makes the darken'd cloud withdraw, Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw,

Gives exercise to faith and love,

Brings ev'ry blessing from above.

Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight;
Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees,

The weakest saint upon his knees.

Have you no words? ah think again!
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear,

With the sad tale of all

your care.

Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav'n in supplications sent,

Your cheerful song would oft'ner be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

HYMN 64.

The Word more precious than Gold.

PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure

Does the word of God afford !

All I want for life or pleasure,

Food and med'cine, shield and sword;

Let the world account me poor,

Having this, I need no more.

Food, to which the world's a stranger,

Here my hungry soul enjoys;

Of excess there is no danger,

Though it fills, it never cloys :

On a dying Christ I feed,

He is meat and drink indeed!

H

When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
Healing med'cines here I find ;
To the promises I flee,
Each affords a remedy.

In the hour of dark temptation,
Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty shield;
While the Scripture truths are sure,
From his malice I'm secure.

Vain his threats to overcome me, When I take the Spirit's sword; Then with ease I drive him from me, Satan trembles at the Word;

'Tis a sword for conquest made, Keen the edge and strong the blade.

HYMN 65.

Value of the Bible.

HOLY Bible, book divine ;
Precious treasure! thou art mine :
Mine, to tell me whence I came ;
Mine, to teach me what I am :—

Mine to chide me when I rove;
Mine, to shew a Saviour's love!
Mine art thou, to guide my feet;
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit :

Mine, to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless :
Mine, to show, by living faith,
Man can triumph over death!

Mine, to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel-sinner's doom :-
O thou precious Book Divine :
Heav'nly treasure! thou art mine.

HYMN 66.

The Law and the Gospel.

WHEN a black o'erspreading cloud Has darken'd all the air,

And peals of thunder, roaring loud,
Proclaim the tempest near;

Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin,
The sinner oft pursue ;
A louder storm is heard within,
And conscience thunders too.

The law a fiery language speaks,
His danger he perceives;
Like Satan, who his ruin seeks,
He trembles, and believes.

But when the sky serene appears,
And hush'd the thunders roll,
He soon forgets his vows and fears,
In apathy of soul.

Lord, let Thy mercy find a way
To touch each stubborn heart;