"And let thy kindness to thyself "Measure, and rule thy love to him.” 3 The substance this, that Moses spoke, This did the prophets preach and prove : For want of this the law is broke; The law demands a perfect love. 4 But O how base our passions are! This holy law we can't fulfil: Regenerate our souls, O Lord! Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. HYMN 2. Second Part. S. M. The law is spiritual. 1 THE law of God is just, THE A strict and holy way; And he, that would escape the curse, 2 Not one vain thought must rise, In thought or word or deed, O God! I am accurs'd; And own thy sentence just. 5 But does the curse still rest Upon my guilty head? No-Jesus-let his name be blest 6 He hath fulfill'd the law; Obtain'd my peace with God: 1 Hence doth my soul her comforts draw, HYMN 2. Third Part. C. M. Conviction of sin by the law. 1 LORD, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread! I was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright; But since the precept came With a convincing pow'r and light, 3 My guilt appear'd but small before, How perfect, holy, just, and pure, 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load, I had provok'd a dreadful God, 5 My God, I cry with ev'ry breath 1 VA HYMN 2. Fourth Part. C. M. 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, And the whole race of Adam stand 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law Since to convince, and to condemn, 4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace, 1 HYMN 3. First Part. L. M. 1A Our nat❜ral and our fed'ral head; 1 HYMN S. Second Part. C. M. Original sin. NOW back with humble shame we look On our original; How is our nature dash'd and broke In our first father's fall! 2 To all that's good, averse, and blind, What dreadful darkness veils our mind! 3 Conceiv'd in sin, O wretched state! The first young pulse begins to beat 4 Wild and unwholesome as the root, 5 What mortal pow'r from things unclean 6 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love 7 The second Adam can restore 1 Hosanna to that sov'reign pow'r, HYMN 3. Third Part. C. M. SIN, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only help is sov'reign grace, 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, And we draw near to death; But Christ, the Lord, recals the dead 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within; Till God's own Son, with skill divine, 4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, And solid good despise: Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus make us wise. 5 We give our souls the wounds, they feel; 1 The man, possess'd among the tombs, HYMN 3. Fourth Part. C. M. OUR nature's totally deprav'd; The heart a sink of sin : 2 That, which is born of flesh, is flesh, Then marvel not that Jesus saith, 3 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, 4 Dear Saviour, let us now begin 1 HYMN 3. Fifth Part. S. M DEAR Saviour, we are thine Our names, our hearts, we would resign, |