2 While standing in the sinners stead, 3 Legions of angels fill the skies, And welcome to his Father's throne. HYMN 60. С. М. The Heart new created. ATTEND, while God's exalted Son Doth his own glories shew; -3 Open mine eyes, unstop my ears, Give me new passions, joys, and fears, 4 Far from the regions of the dead, HYMN 61. L. M. Faith connected with Salvation. Rom. i. 16. Heb. x. 39. NOT by the laws of innocence, at heav'n; New works can give us no pretence, 3 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word, 4 Oh, may thy grace its pow'r display, HYMN 62. L. M. Human righteousness insufficient to justify. Mic. vi. 6-8. WHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near, myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain thy grace? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high? Will multiply'd oblations please? Thousands of rams his favor buy, 'Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease? 3 Can these assuage the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain ? Rivers of oil, or seas of blood, Alas! they all must flow in vain. 4 Guilty, I stand before thy face; My sole desert is hell and wrath; 'Twere just the sentence should take place; But Oh, I plead my Saviour's death! 5 I plead the merits of thy Son, Who dy'd for sinners on the tree; I plead his righteousness alone, Oh, put the spotless robe on me. HYMN 63. С. М. God's command to all Men to Repent. REPENT, the voice celestial cries, Nor longer dare delay : The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God For mercy knows th' appointed bound, 5 Amazing love, that yet will call, And weep, and love, and praise. HYMN 64. С. М. The Penitent. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at guilty rebel lies; thy feet, And upwards to thy mercy seat Forbid it, that omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes, In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt. L HYMN 65. L. M. The Repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 32. O! what a rapt'rous joy possest The tender parent's throbbing breast, To see his spendthrift son return, 2 Thus our bless'd Saviour won't despise, The deep fetch'd sigh, the secret groan 3 He meets with tokens of his grace, 4 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with He pitying, heals their broken frame; His image in their weeping eyes. HYMN 66. С. М. [shamé; The Ministry of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19. HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promis'd long! Wisdom and might, and zeal, and love, 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice; 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, |