CROWN HIM.

CXXIV. C. M. Miles's lane tune. W
Crown him.

1 BACKSLIDERS, who your misery feel,
Attend your Saviour's call;
Return, he'll your backslidings heal;
O crown him Lord of all.

2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt,
And painful is your thrall;
For broken hearts his blood was spilt;
O crown him Lord of all.

3 Take with you words, approach his throne,
And low before him fall;
He understands the spirit's groan;
O crown him Lord of all.

4 Whoever comes he'll not cast out,
Although your faith be small;
His faithfulness you cannot doubt;
O crown him Lord of all.

CXXV. C. M. Miles's lane tune.

SELEC.

RIPPON'S

The spiritual Coronation. Cant. iii. 11.

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ANGELS.

LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall:

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

MARTYRS.

2 [Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.]

CONVERTED JEWS.

3 [Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.]

BELIEVING GENTILES.

4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

SINNERS OF EVERY AGE.

5 [Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall;
Now joy with all the hosts above,
And crown him Lord of all.]

SINNERS OF EVERY NATION.

6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

OURSELVES.

7 O that, with yonder sacred throng,
WE at his feet may fall;

WE'LL join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

THE INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT.
CXXVI. L. M. RIPPON'S SELEC.
The Leadings of the Spirit. Rom. viii, 14.
COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide;
O'er every thought and step preside.

2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far
From every sin and hurtful snare;
Lead to thy word that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.

3 The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,

That we from God may ne'er depart 4 Lead us to holiness, the road

That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ, the living way,
Nor let us from his pastures stray.
5 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be bless'd;
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss,
Where pleasure in perfection is.

CXXVII. L. M. Denbigh Tune. TOPLADY.
A propitious gale longed for.

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T anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry," SWEET SPIRIT, come! "Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

"But swell my sails and spread my way! 2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, "And loose my cable from below: "But I can only spread my sail;

"THOU, THOU must breathe th' auspicious gale!"

CXXVIII. C. M. DODDRIDGE, Divine drawings celebrated; or, Gratitude the spring of true religion. Hosea xi. 4. MY God, what silken cords are thine! How soft, and yet how strong!

While power, and truth, and love combine To draw our souls along.

2 Thou saw'st us crush'd beneath the yoke Of Satan and of sin:

Thy hand the iron bondage broke,
Our worthless hearts to win.

3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
One moment takes away;

And grace, when first the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.

4 Comfort through all this vale of tears
In rich profusion flows,

And glory of unnumber'd years
Eternity bestows.

5 Drawn by such cords we onward move,
'Till round thy throne we meet;
And captives in the chains of love,
Embrace our conqueror's feet.

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CXXIX. L. M. WATTS.

The operations of the Holy Spirit.
ET TERNAL Spirit! we confess

And sing the wonders of thy grace;
Thy pow'r conveys our blessings down
From God the Father and the Son:
2 Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly ray,
Our shades and darkness turn to day;
Thine inward teachings make us know
Our danger, and our refuge too.

3 Thy pow'r and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin; Do our imperious lusts subdue,

And form our wretched hearts anew.

4 The troubled concience knows thy voice;
Thy cheering words awake our joys;
Thy words allay the stormy wind,
And calm the surges of the mind.

THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT.

FAITH.

CXXX. S. M.

BEDDOME.

Faith, its Author and preciousness. Eph. ii. 8.

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FAITH!-'tis a precious grace,

Where'er it is bestow'd!

It boasts of a celestial birth,
And is the gift of God!

2 Jesus it owns a king,

And all-atoning priest,
It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ.

3 To him it leads the soul,

When fill'd with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness.

4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free;

Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son
To work this faith in me.

FA

CXXXI. C. M. D. TURNER.

The Power of Faith.

AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares;

Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all my cares: