5 Day and night they cry before him, Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 66 All the powers of heav'n adore him; CHORUS. Then haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, 2 MIRACLES OF CHRIST. 126. Blind Bartimeus. 148th. LUKE Xviii. 35 to 43. SINFUL, and blind, and poor, And wait to see thy face: Jesus, attend my cry, If now thou passest by, Stand still and call me near: The darkness from my heart remove, And show me now thy pardoning love. 127. Legion Cast Out. 8-7. LUKE viii. 27 to 39. WELL might he be called legion, 2 'Mong the dead the SAVIOUR found me; There it was I lov'd to dwell: Solemn vows had often bound me: What could bonds like these avail? As when Sampson rous'd from slumber, Broke with ease the chains he wore; So my vows, whate'er their number, Yielded to temptation's pow'r. 3 [They who in my madness knew me, Gaze and wonder at the change; At the SAVIOUR's feet they view me, And confess the matter strange: Many think the change a sad one; Look upon it as a curse: Though the case was once a bad one, Yet they think the present worse.] M 3 4 Fearful of the world's derision, Eager too to see his face : Oft I ask'd the Lord's permission, With himself to take my place: But whene'er I ask'd this favour, 'Twas his word, or seem'd to be, "Go and spread the truth's sweet savour, "Tell what God has done for thee." 5 Be it so, since thou hast said it: Be this world awhile my place: O may those, who hear me, credit, What I tell them of thy grace! Soon I hope to stand before thee: Soon to join the hosts above: There for ever to adore thee, And proclaim thy matchless love. 128. Peter on the Water. 8-8-6. MAT. xiv. 22, &c. HE bids me come! his voice I know, And boldly on the water go, To him my God, and Lord; I walk on life's tempestuous sea; For he who lov'd and died for me, Hath spoke the powerful word. 2 Secure on troubled waves I tread, Nor all the storms of passion heed, While on my Lord I look ; O'er every fierce temptation bound, 3 But if from him I turn mine cye, And see the raging floods run high, And feel my fears within, My focs so strong, my flesh so frail- 4 Lord, I my unbelief confess, But fix on thee my steadfast eye, And on thine outstretch'd arm rely, Till all the storm is o'er. 129. The Leper healed. S. M. MAT. viii. 2 to 4. BEHOLD the leper comes 2 'O speak the word,' he cries, 'Lord, thou art able, if thou wilt, 3 The Lord in mercy hears; 4 JESUS, to thée I look, Sick of a worse disease: Sin is my painful malady, And none can give me ease. 5 But thy Almighty grace Can heal my lep'rous soul: PRAISES OF CHRIST. 130. For the Atonement. 8-8-6. When we were yet without strength, in due time CHRIST died for the ungodly.-ROM. v. 6. O THOU, who didst thy glory leave, If thou hast bought me with a price, |