HYMN 300. C. M. [or b] iv
Sufficiency of Grace.

1 WHY does your face, ye humble souls,
Those mournful colours wear?

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What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair?

2 What though your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation go,

And hath its strong foundations laid
Deep as the shades below?

3 See, here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace!
Behold, a dying Saviour's veins
The sacred flood increase!

4 It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound:
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne'er be found.

5 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,

And pardoning blood, that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts.

HYMN 301. L. M. [#]

Grace of God through Christ.

1 IMMORTAL God, on thee we call,
The great Original of all!

By thee we are, to thee we tend,
Our sure Support, our glorious End.

2 We praise thy free, thy heavenly grace,
Which pitied our revolted race,
And Jesus, our victorious Head,
The Captain of salvation made.

3 He, thine eternal love decreed,
Should many sons to glory lead ;
And rich supplies through him are given,
To fit us for the joys of heaven.

4 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy thee:
This theme shall now inspire our tongues,
And raise in heaven our noblest songs.

HYMN 302. C. M. [# or b]
Transforming Grace.

1 My God, the visits of thy face
Afford superior joy

To all the flattering world can give,
Or mortal hopes employ.

2 But clouds and darkness intervene ;
My brightest joys decline ;

And earth's gay trifles oft ensnare
This wandering heart of mine.

3 Lord, guide my roving heart to thee;
Unsatisfied I stray:

Break through the shades of sense and sin
With thy enlivening ray.

4 Lord, raise my faith, my hope, my heart,
To those transporting joys;
Then shall I scorn each little snare
Which this vain world employs.

5 O, let thy beams resplendent shine,
And every cloud remove;

Transform my powers, and fit my soul
For happier scenes above.

HYMN 303. C. M. [#]

Influence of Grace.

1 My God, what silken cords are thine!
How soft, and yet how strong!
Whilst power, and truth, and grace, combine
To draw our souls along.

2 When crushed beneath the heavy yoke
Of folly and of sin,

Thy hand our iron bondage broke,
Our grateful hearts to win.

3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
Thy mercy takes away :

Thy promise, when the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.

4 Comfort, through all this vale of tears,
In rich profusion flows:
The glory of unnumbered years
Eternity bestows.

5 Drawn by such cords, we onward move,
Till round thy throne we meet,

And, captives in the chains of love,
Fall at our Conqueror's feet.

HYMN 304. S. M. [#]

Grace.

1 GRACE, 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear:

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days:
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

HYMN 305. C. M.[# or b ]
Display of divine Grace.

1 WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess :

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Car give us day for night,
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

4 Let those who sow in sadness wait
Till the rich harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

HYMN 306. H. M. [#]
Grace Triumphant.

1 BEFORE the world was made,
Or sun or planets shone,
Salvation's base was laid

In God's anointed Son,

Who came to spread the truth abroad,
And reconcile a world to God.

2 By mercy's hand upheld,
Firmly his purpose stands:

What love his bosom filled!"

What kindness moved his hands! What pity warmed his pleading breath, Who meekly blest his foes in death!

3 Now, raised to realms above, Where boundless mercies shine, Will Christ forget his love?

Forget this heart of mine?

O, no; his favours never end; head,
He's there, as here, the sinn,

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