SEEKING SALVATION.

HYMN 23. 7s and 6s.

DHeaven is propitious;

ROOPING souls no longer grieve

If in Jesus you believe;

You will find him precious.
Lo! he now is passing by,

Calls the mourners to him;
He has died for you and me,
O! look up and view him.

2 From his hands, his feet, his side,
Flows a healing lotion;
See the heart-consoling tide,
Boundless as the ocean.
See the living waters move,
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.

3 Grace's store is always free,
Drooping souls to gladden;

Jesus calls, "come unto me,
Weary, heavy laden;

Tho' your sins like mountains rise,
Rise and reach to heaven;"

Soon as you on him rely,

"All shall be forgiven."

4 Now methinks I hear one say,
I will go and prove him;
If he takes my sins away,
Surely I shall love him:
Yes, I see the Father smile,
Smiling moves my burden;
All is grace, for I am vile,
Yet he seals my pardon.

5 Streaming mercy, how it flows,
Now I know I feel it;
Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it.

Jesus' blood has heal'd my wounds,
O! the wond'rous story;
I was lost but now am found,
Glory! Glory Glory!

6 Glory to my Saviour's name,

Saints are bound to love him;
Mourners you may do the same,
Only come and prove him:
Hasten to the Saviour's blood,
Feel it and declare it;

O! that I could sing so loud
All the world might hear it.
7 If no greater joys are known
In the upper region;

I will try to travel on

In this pure religion.

Heaven 's here, and heaven 's there,

Glory 's here and yonder;

Brightest seraphs shout amen,

While the angels wonder.

HYMN 24. C. M.

APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed.

By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him thou hast died.

5 O wond'rous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.

HYMN 25. 4 8s and 2 6s.

AWAK'D by Sinai's awful sound,

My soul in guilt and thrall I found,
I knew not what to do,

O'erwhelmed with guilt, with anguish slain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or sink to endless woe.

2 Amaz'd, I stood, but could not tell, Which way to shun the gates of hell, For death and hell drew near;

I strove indeed, but strove in vain;
The sinner must be born again,
Still sounded in my ear.

3 Then to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head,
I no relief could find:

This fearful truth I found remain,
The sinner must be born again,

O'erwhelm'd my troubled mind.

4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast, unwieldy load:

Alas! I heard and found it plain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or drink the wrath of God.

5 The saints I heard with rapture tell
How Jesus conquer'd death and hell,
And broke the fowler's snare;
But when I found this truth remain,
The sinner must be born again,
I sunk in deep despair.

6 While thus my soul in anguish lay,
Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd that way,
I felt his pity move:
The sinner by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.

7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew,
The angels tuned their harps anew,
And loftier sounds did raise:

All hail the Lamb that once was slain,
Unnumber'd millions born again,
Shall shout thy endless praise.

HYMN 26. 4 lines 7s.

VIS a point I long to know,

'TIS

Oft it causes anxious thought;

Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain;

If I knew a Saviour's love?

4 When I turn mine eyes within, Oh how dark, and vain, and wild! Prone to unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself a child?

5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Faith is weak in all I do;
You that love the Lord, indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?

6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;