My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright; My guilt appear'd but small before, How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Then felt my soul the heavy load, I had provok'd a dreadful God, 59. The First and Second Adam. Rom. v. 2, &c. 1 1DE (L. M.) EEP in the dust before thy throne, Death, like a conqu'ror, seiz'd us all: 3 But whilst our spirits, fill'd with awe, We sing the honours of thy grace, 4 We sing thine everlasting Son, 5 By the rebellion of one man, Through all his seed the mischief ran; 6 Where sin did reign and death abound, 360. Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctificat 1 HOW (C. M.) W sad our state by nature is! And Satan binds our captive minds, 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace, 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, I would believe thy promise, Lord; 4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my spotted soul, 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my strength and righteousness, 61. 1 Corrupt Nature from Adam. (C. M.) BLESS LESS'D with the joys of innocence, "Till he debas'd his soul to sense, 2 Now we are born a sensual race, Reason has lost its native place, 3 While flesh, and sense, and passion reigns, And so forget the load. 4 Great God! renew our ruin'd frame ; 5 Eternal Spirit! write thy law, 362. The Madness of Sin. Isaiah xxxiii. 14. (L. 1 SIN INNER, O why so thoughtless grown Why in such dreadful haste to die; Daring to leap to worlds unknown, Heedless against thy God to fly? 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate, Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams, Madly attempt th' infernal gate, And force thy passage to the flames? 3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, Behold the God of love unfold, The glories of his dying pains,. For ever telling, yet untold.. 363. The Danger of Wilful Sin. Ezek. xxii. 1 STOP, (P.M.) TOP, poor sinner! stop and think, Will you sport upon the brink, Of everlasting woe? All your sins will round you crowd, 2 Say, have you an arm like God, Fear you not that iron rod, With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that great day, 3 Though your heart be made of steel, 4 But, as yet there is a hope, He still forbears the blow: He says, "There still is room." THE MEDIATION OF CHRIST, &c. 64. 1 HIS GLORY.. A New Song to the Lamb that was slain. BE EHOLD the glories of the Lamb, Prepare new honours for his name, |