A faithless and backsliding race, Whom thou hast out of Egypt freed: O do not thou in wrath chastise, Nor let thy whole displeasure rise! 4 Father, we ask in Jesu's name;

In Jesu's power and spirit pray; Divert thy vengeful thunder's aim! O turn thy threat'ning wrath away! Our guilt and punishment remove, And magnify thy pard'ning love. 5 Father, regard thy pleading Son, Accept his all-availing prayer; And send a peaceful answer down,

In honour of our spokesman there! Whose blood proclaims our sins forgiven, And speaks thy rebels up to heaven.

Alfreton.] HYMN 134. L. M.

GOD, most merciful and true,

Thy nature to my soul impart, Stablish with me the covenant new, And stamp thine image on my heart.

2 To real holiness restor❜d,

O let me gain my Saviour's mind,
And in the knowledge of my Lord,
Fulness of life eternal find!

3 Remember, Lord, my sins no more,
That them I may no more forget;
But, sunk in guiltless shame, adore
With speechless wonder at thy feet.
4 O'erwhelm'd with thy stupendous grace,
I shall not in thy presence move,
But breathe unutterable praise,
And rapturous awe, and silent love.

5 Then every murmuring thought, and vain,
Expires, in sweet confusion lost:
I cannot of my cross complain,
I cannot of my goodness boast.
6 Pardon'd for all that I have done,
My mouth as in the dust I hide;
And glory give to God alone,
My God for ever pacified!

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Finedon.] HYMN 135. 6 lines 7's.
VHY not now, my God, my God!
Ready if thou always art,
Make in me thy mean abode,
Take possession of my heart:
If thou canst so greatly bow,
Friend of sinners, why not now?
2 God of love, in this thy day,
For thyself to thee I cry;
Dying, if thou still delay,
Must I not for ever die?
Enter now thy poorest home;
Now, my utmost Saviour, come!

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Devizes.] HYMN 136. C. M.

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NOUNTAIN of life, to all below

FOUNTAIN

Water, replenish, and o'erflow,
Every believing soul.

2 Into that happy number, Lord,
Us weary sinners take;
Jesus, fulfil thy gracious word,
For thine own mercy's sake.

3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide,

And we shall flow to thee,

While down the stream of time we glide

To our eternity.

4 The well of life to us thou art,
Of joy the swelling flood;"
Wafted by thee, with willing heart,
We swift return to God.

5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea,
Into thy fulness fall:

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Be lost and swallow'd up in thee,
Our God, our All in All.

Bramcoat.] HYMN 137. L. M.

THOU, whom all thy saints adore,
We now with all thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before,
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.

2 The King of nations we proclaim;

Who would not our great Sov'reign fear? We long t' experience all thy name,

And now we come to meet thee here.

3 We come, great God, to seek thy face, And for thy loving-kindness wait; And O, how dreadful is this place! 'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate! 4 Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh, To thee our trembling hearts aspire: And lo! we see descend from high The pillar and the flame of fire.

5 Still let it on th' assembly stay,

And all the house with glory fill:
To Canaan's bounds point out the way,
And lead us to thy holy hill.

6 There let us all with Jesus stand,

And join the general church above;

And take our seats at thy right-hand,
And sing thine everlasting love.

7 Come, Lord, our souls are on the wing,
Now on thy great white throne appear,
And let mine eyes behold my King,
And let me see my Saviour there.

New Sabbath.] HYMN 138. L. M.

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AY, which of you would see the Lord? You all may now obtain the grace: Behold him in the written word,

Where John unveils the Saviour's face!

2 Clear as the trumpet's voice he speaks, To every soul that turns his ear; Amid the golden candlesticks

He walks and lo, he now is here! 3 Present to all believing souls;

They see him with an eagle eye;
Down to his feet a garment rolls,
Stain'd with a glorious crimson die.
4 A golden girdle binds his breast,

Whence streams of consolation flow,
Milk for his new-born babes, who rest
In him, nor other comfort know.
5 His form is as the Son of Man,
His eyes are as a flame of fire,
They dart a sin-consuming pain,
And life, and joy divine inspire.

6 His spotless purity of soul,

We by a lovely emblem know,
His head and hair are white as wool,
White are they as the driven snow.
7 Glitter his feet like burnish'd brass,
That long hath in the furnace shone,

Brighter than lightning is his face, Brighter than the meridian sun. 8 As many waters sounds his word;

Seven stars he holds in his right-hand,
Out of his mouth a two-edg'd 'sword
Goes forth; before it who can stand?
9 Lord, at thy feet we fall as dead,
Lay thy right-hand upon our soul;
Scatter our fears, thy Spirit shed,
And all our unbelief control.

10 Tell us, "I am the First and Last,
Who liv'd and died for all, am I!
And lo, my bitter death is past,
And lo, I live no more to die.

11 "I have the keys of death and hell;".
Amen! thy record we receive,
And wait till thou our spirits seal,
And all in all for ever live.

Chesterfield.] HYMN 139. P. M.

TN boundless mercy, gracious Lord, appear,
Darkness dispel, the humble mourner

cheer,

Vain thoughts remove, melt down this flinty heart;

Cause every soul to choose the better part.

2 Thy presence fills the universal space;
Thy grace appears to all the fallen race;
O visit us with light and life divine,
Fill every soul, for every soul is thine.

3 The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love;
He is my King, from him I would not move;
Away then, all ye objects that divert,

Nor seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart.