Of stature small, to 'scape the throng, He ran before, and climb'd a tree. 2 As the omniscient Lord drew nigh, Upward he look'd and saw him there "Zaccheus hasten down, for I "Must be thy guest to day, prepare. 3 "To day," the pard'ning Saviour cries, "Salvation to thy house is come, "On wings of sov'reign love it flies; "Go tell the blissful news at home." 4 Lord, look on souls that gaze around, To ev'ry list'ning sinner speak; Now may thy ancient love abound, From ev'ry seat a captive take. 5 Mourners make haste our God to meet; 6 Say, what are ye come out to view XL. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. The lost sheep found; or, joy in heaven on the conversion of a sinner. Luke xv. 3, 4. 1 WHEN WHEN some kind shepherd from his fold. Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves, 2 But O the joy! the transport sweet! 3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys, 4 Yet how much greater is the joy When the poor wretch with broken heart; 5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below, 7 Nor angels can their joys contain, "A wand'ring sheep's return'd," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. XLI. C. M. S. STENNETT. 2 His crimes with inward grief and shame, The penitent confess'd; Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ, And thus his prayer address'dr 3 66 Jesus, thou son and heir of heaven, 4 "Yet quickly from these scenes of woe "Burst thro' the gloomy shades of death, "Amid the glories of that world, 6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears, XLII. L. M. S. STENNETT. Praise to God for renewing grace. 1 To God, my saviour and my king, O Fain would my soul her tribute bring; Join me ye saints in songs of praise, For ye have known and felt his grace. 2 Wretched and helpless once I lay, Just breathing all my life away, He saw me welt'ring in my blood, And felt the pity of a God. 3 With speed he flew to my relief, Bound up my wounds and sooth'd my grief; Pour'd joys divine into my heart, And bade each anxious fear depart. 4 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord, The life which I from thee receive, 1 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise, XLIII. S. M. Mount Ephraim tune. Salvation by grace, from first to last, GR Eph. ii. 5. RACE! 'tis a charming sound! Heaven with the echo shall resound, 2 Grace first contriv'd a way And all the steps that grace display, 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, 4 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; 5 [Grace taught my soul to pray, And made my eyes o'erflow: 'Twas grace which kept me to this day, And will not let me go.] Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, XLIV. C. M. EVANGEL. MAGAZINE. Excellency of Grace. 1 To distant realms let monarchs spread Their grandeur and renown; Yet saving grace doth far exceed 2 Let earthly mortals proudly vaunt, The more they have, the more they want 3 But grace is an inheritance, More to be priz'd than stores or lands Such treasures cannot here be found Though we could search the globe around, UNION TO CHRIST. XLV. S. M. DODDRidge. Vital union to Christ, in Regeneration. 1 Cor. vi. 17. 1 DEAR Saviour we are thine, Our names, our hearts, we would resign— 2 To the we still would cleaye With ever growing zeal; If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 2 Thy spirit shall unite Our souls to thee our head; |