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Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
T' invite you near.

f" 3 Ye saints in glory! strike the lyre;
Ye mortals! catch the sacred fire ;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim;-
For ever worthy is the Lamb

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Of endless praise.

HYMN 278, C. M.

The Young exhorted.

1. YE hearts with youthful vigor warm!
In smiling crowds draw near;
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3 The soul, that longs to see his face,
Is sure his love to gain;

And they, who early seek his grace,
Shall never seek in vain.

4 What object, Lord! my soul should move,
If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

5 Away, ye false delusive toys!

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Vain tempters of the mind;
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
For here true bliss I find.

HYMN 279, 8s, 7s and 4.
Children exhorted.

CHILDREN! hear the melting story

Lamb that once was slain;

'Tis the Lord of life and glory;
Shall he plead with you in vain?
Oh! receive him,

And salvation now obtain.

2 Yield no more to sin and folly,

So displeasing in his sight;

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Jesus loves the pure and holy,
They alone are his delight;
Seek his favor,

And your hearts to him unite.
3 All your sins to him confessing
Who is ready to forgive,

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Seek the Saviour's richest blessing,
On his precious name believe;
He is waiting,—

Will you not his grace receive?

HYMN 280, 7s.

Children invited to Christ.

CHILDREN!

1 CHILDREN! listen to the Lord,
And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind-
Early seek, and you shall find.
2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;
Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side;-
Come-you will not be denied.
3 For his worship now prepare ;

Kneel to him in fervent prayer ;
Serve him with a perfect heart;
Never from his ways depart.

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PENITENTIAL.

HYMN 281, C. M.

Contrition.

THOU! whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;—

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ?
Hast thou not said-"Return?"

8 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?

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Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.

4 Oh! shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

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HYMN 282, 7s.

Repentance at the Cross of Christ.

HEARTS of stone! relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;

See his body, mangled, rent,

Covered with a gore of blood!
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?
Crucified God's only Son!

2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed him there, Crowned with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with a bloody spear, Made his soul a sacrifice,

While for sinful man he dies.

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain,-
Still to death thy Lord pursue,
Open all his wounds again,-

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And the shameful cross renew?
No;-with all my sins I'll part,
Break, Oh! break, my bleeding heart!

HYMN 283, L. M., 6 Lines.

Pleading in Jesus' Name.

FATHER

ATHER of mercies, God of love!
Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,—
Thy throne of glorious majesty;
Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice.

2 I urge no merit of my own,—

No worth to claim thy gracious smile; No,-when I come before thy throne, Dare to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus! is my plea,Dearest and sweetest name to me.

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3 Father of mercies, God of love!

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Then hear thine humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty;
One pard'ning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.

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HYMN 284, C. M.

Godly Sorrow at the Cross.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity!-grace unknown!-
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

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Here, Lord! I give myself away
'Tis all that I can do.

WEARY

HYMN 285, L. M, 6 Lines.
Backslider's Return through Christ.
EARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
To him, with penitence, I mourn:
I have an advocate above,-

A friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than If sin,-
Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms and take me in;
Oh! freely my backslidings heal,
And love the dying sinner still.

3 Ah! give me, Lord! the tender heart,
That trembles at th' approach of sin;
A godly fear of sin impart,

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Implant, and root it deep within;
That I may fear thy gracious power,
And never dare t' offend thee more.

HYMN 286, C. M.

Penitence and Hope.

1 DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recal!

The wonders of thy grace,

Low at thy feet ashamed I fall,

And hide this wretched face.

2 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord!
The penitential sigh,

Confirm the kind forgiving word,
With pity in thine eye.

3 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet,
Rejoice to seek thy face;

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And grateful own-how kind, how sweet,
Thy condescending grace.

HYMN 287, 78.

Confession and Entreaty.

SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all!
Prostrate at thy feet I fall;
Hear, Oh! hear my earnest cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die.

2 Vilest of the sons of men,-
Chief of sinners I have been ;
Oft abused thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace.

3 Justly might thy righteous dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might thine angry breath
Blast me in eternal death.

4 But with thee there's mercy found,
Balm to heal my every wound:

Soothe, Oh! soothe the troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.

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