He plants his footsteps in the sea, He treasures up his bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 1 IV. REDEMPTION. HYMN 13. Job ix. 2-6. AH, how shall fallen man If he contend in righteousness, 2 If he our ways should mark (8. M.) With strict inquiring eyes, 3 All-seeing, pow'rful God! Who can with thee contend? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, The trembling earth deserts her place, 5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him, and escape, HYMN 14. Job ix. 30-33. (L. M.) 1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and wo: 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine, Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin, And show the vileness of its worth. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God, That men to answer him should dare; 4 There, must a Mediator plead, Who, God and man, may both embrace; With God, for man to intercede, And offer man the purchas'd grace.` 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain 1 ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due, 4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, Where saints in light our coming wait, 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound, A sov'reign balm for every wound, 2 Salvation! buried once in sin, 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; Chorus, for the end of each verse. HYMN 17. 1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song! O may his love (immortal flame!) Tune every heart and tongue. (C. M.) 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high, 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me." 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue; 1 Till strangers love thy charming name AVIOUR, source of every blessing, 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, HYMN 19. Titus iii. 47. 1 MY grateful soul, for ever praise, For ever love his name, (C. M.) Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths 2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust Flows to our fallen race. 3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ, That all our hopes begin; His mercy sav'd our souls from death, 4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, Removes our dross, and love divine 5 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew; HYMN 20. 1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load! The heart unchang'd can never rise (c. M.) 2 The will perverse, the passions blind, 3 Can aught beneath a power divine 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall, 5 To chase the shades of death away, 60 change these wretched hearts of ours, Then shall our passions and our powers, HYMN 21. 1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift, Convinc'd that every perfect gift 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, (c. M.) 3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought, Our good is all divine; |