Put on the armour from above

Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love. 6. The terror and the charm repel, And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell. Thy Lord and Captain triumph'd here: Why should his faithful foll'wers fear? HYMN 237 c. M.

1. And growing crimes appear;

ORD, when iniquities abound,

We view the deluge rising round,
With sorrow and with fear.

2. Yet, when its waves most fiercely beat,
And spread destruction wide;
Thy spirit can a standard raise
To stem the roaring tide.

3. May thy triumphant arm awake,
Thy sacred cause to plead;
And let the multitude confess,
That thou art God indeed.

4. O let thy grace dispose their hearts,
To bow before thy hand;

And let their stubborn necks be bent,
To own thy just command.

5. Our feeble souls do thou support;
In us thy pow'r display:

And multitudes shall strive in vain
To draw us from thy way.

THE

HYMN 238. c. M.

1. HE Lord into his vineyard comes, Our various fruit to see;

His eve, more piercing than the light,
Examines ev'ry tree.

2. Tremble ye sinners, at his frown,
If barren still ye stand;

And fear that keenly-wounding axe,
Which arms his awful hand.

3. Lord, we adore thy sparing love,
Thy long-expecting grace:

Else had we low in ruin fall'n,

And known no more our place.

4. Succeeding years thy patience waits;
Nor let it wait in vain:

But form in us abundant fruit,
And still this fruit maintain.

1. R

HYMN 239. L. M.

AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye;
Behold God's balance lifted high:

There shall his justice be display'd,
And there thy hope and life be weigh'd.

2. See in one scale his perfect law;
Mark with what force its precepts draw:
Would'st thou the awful test sustain,
Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain!
3. Great God! exert thy pow'r to save;
Deep on the heart this truth engrave;
Disperse the mist from sinners' eyes,
And make the wretched triflers wise.
4. O let them seize the present day,
Nor risk salvation by delay;

And, while they tremble, let them flee,
And find their help, their life, in thee.

XV.

REPENTANCE & CONVERSION.

1. ST

HYMN 240. L. M.

HEW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive!
Let a repenting sinner live.

Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not the contrite trust in thee?

2. With shame my num'rous sins I trace

Against thy law, against thy grace;

And, though my pray'r thou shouldst not hear,
My doom is just, and thou art clear,

3. Yet save a penitent, O Lord!

Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Seeks for some precious promise there, Some sure support against despair.

4. My sins are great, but don't surpass
The riches of eternal grace.

Great God! thy nature hath no bound:
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
5. O wash my soul from ev'ry stain,
Nor let the guilt I mourn remain.
Give me to hear thy pard'ning voice,
And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.
6. Then shall thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;

And ev'ry pow'r shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
HYMN 241. L. M.

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thou that hear'st when sinners cry
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.

2. Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3. I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, O God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4. A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

5. My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

HYMN 242. L. M.

OPER
PPRESS'd with guilt, or grief, or care,

Great God! thy humble suppliants hear.

Though sunk, we ne'er can sink so low,
But thou canst hear the voice of wo.
2. Should'st thou against each evil deed
In strict severity proceed:

By merit, without mercy, tried,
None could be clear'd and justified.
3. But thou forgiveness dost proclaim,
That men may turn and fear thy name.
To thy rich grace, O Lord! we fly,
And on thy promises rely.

4. Ye contrite, hearts, who guilt deplore!
Come, seek his face, and sin no more.
Then shall ye know that God is kind,
And full redemption with him find.
HYMN 243. c. M.

1. 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!

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

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

3. When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!

But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
Thy nature is benign.

Thy pard'ning mercy I implore;

For mercy, Lord, is thine.

5. O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul!

Correct my passions, mend my heart,
And all my fears control.

6. And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour,

When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And time shall be no more.

1. PERPETUAL source of light and grace! hail thy sacred name.

Through ev'ry year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same.

2. Inconstant service we repay,

And treach'rous vows renew,
False as the morning's scatt'ring cloud,
And transient as the dew.

3. Low at thy feet our guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on
In all thy righteous ways.

4. Arm'd with this energy divine,
Our souls shall constant prove,
And with increasing transport press
On to thy courts above.

5. So, by thy pow'r, the morning sun
Pursues his radiant way,

1.

Brightens each moment in his race,
And shines to perfect day.

HYMN 245. P. M.

GOD of mercy! God of grace!

Hear our sad repentant songs.

O restore thy suppliant race,

Thou to whom our praise belongs! 2. Deep regret for follies past,

Talents wasted, time mispent ;
Hearts debas'd by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent;
3. Foolish fears and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain,

4. These, and ev'ry secret fault,

Fill'd with grief and shame we own.
Humbled at thy feet we lie,

Seeking pardon from thy throne.