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"None but the new-born heirs of grace"
4. Mighty Redeemer! set me free
Oh, make my soul alive to thee,
Hymn 181. s. M.
Adoption. 1. John iii. 1. &c. Gal. iv. 6.].
BThe Father has bestow'd
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2. 'Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown;
3. Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made:
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.
4. A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
5. If in my father's love
I share a filial part,
6. We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne:
My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
Hymn 182. L. M.
Christians the Sons of God. John i. 12. 1. John iii. 1.
OT all the nobles of the earth,
Such real dignity can claim,
As those who bear the Christian name. 2. To them the privilege is giv'n
To be the Sons and heirs of Heav'n:
5. If I've the honour, Lord, to be
Whilst all my brethren clearly trace
Hymn 183. c. M.
Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.
Where is the soul-refreshing view
3. What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
4. Return, O holy Dove, return,
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
5. The dearest idol I have known,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
6. So shall my walk be close with God.
Hymn 184. L. M.
Religion vain without love. 1. Cor. xiii. 1, 2, 3,
AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than Angels use, If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2. Were I inspir'd to preach and tell
3, Should I distribute all my store,
4. If love to God, and love to men,
Hymn 185. c. M.
TRAIT is the way, the door is strait,
'Tis but a few that find the gate,
While crowds mistake, and die.
2: Beloved self must be deny'd,
3. Flesh is a dang❜rous foe to grace,
4. The love of gold be banish'd hence,
And ev'ry member, ev'ry sense,
5. The tongue, that most unruly pow'r,
6. Lord! can a feeble, helpless worm
Thy grace must all my work perform,
Hymn 186. c. M.
Sins and sorrows laid before God. Job xxiii. 3, 4.
I'd spread my wants before his face,
2. I'd tell him how my sins arise,
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
Hymn 187. L. M.
ESUS, my Saviour and my God,
Thou hast redeem'd ne with thy blood
By ties both natʼral and divine
am, and ever will be thine.
2. But ah! should my inconstant heart,
3. The thought I dread, the crime I hate,
I dare not trust my warmest vows. 4. Pity my frailty, dearest Lord,
Grace in the needful hour afford: