2 Sinners on ev'ry side step in,

And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, an helpless sin-sick soul,

Still lie expiring at the pool. 3 Thou cov’nant Angel, swift come down,

To-day Thine own appointments crown!
Thy pow'r into the means infuse,

And give them now their sacred use! 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool;

I would, Thou know'st I would be whole :
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister Thy healing love!

SCRIPTURES.

Wymn.

Excellency of the Scriptures. 1 FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word

What endless glory shines ! For ever be Thy Name ador'd

For these celestial lines.
2 Here, may the wretched sons of want

Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,

And lasting as the mind.

3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows,

And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than Nature knows

Invite the longing taste.

4 Here, the REDEEMER's welcome voice

Spreads heav'nly peace around ;
And life, and everlasting joys,

Attend the blissful sound.

5 O may these heav'nly pages be

My ever dear delight!
And still new beauties may I

see,
And still increasing light!

6 Divine Instructor, gracious LORD,

Be Thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred Word,
And view

my SAVIOUR there.

Wymn.

Excellency of the Scriptures.

1 PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure

Does the Word of God afford!
All I want for life or pleasure,

Food and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD:
Let the world account me poor,
Having this I need no more.

2 Food to which the world's a stranger,

Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,

Though it fills it never cloys:
On a dying CHRIST I feed,
He is meat and drink indeed !

3 When my faith is faint and sickly,

Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,

Healing MED'CINES here I find :
To the promises I fee,
Each affords a remedy.

4. In the hour of dark temptation

Satan cannot make me yield; For the word of consolation

Is to me a mighty SHIELD: While the Scripture-truths are sure, From his malice I'm secure.

5 Vain his threats to overcome me,

When I take the Spirit's sword; Then with ease I drive him from me:

Satan trembles at the Word : 'Tis a sword for conquest made, Keen the edge, and strong the blade.

6 Shall I envy then the miser,

Doating on his golden store? Sure I am, or should be wiser,

I am rich, 'tis he is poor: JESUS gives me in His Word, FooD and MED'CINE, SHIELD and SWORD. Hymn.

Gospel of Christ.

1 GOD, in the Gospel of His Son,

Makes His eternal counsels known; 'Tis heré His richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

2 Here sinners of an humble frame

May taste His grace, and learn His Name; 'Tis writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good.

3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways,

His soul-attracting charms displays,
Recounts His poverty and pains,
And tells His love in melting strains.

4 Wisdom it's dictates here imparts,

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts:
It's influence makes the sinner live,
It bids the drooping saint revive.

5 Our raging passions it controls,

And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.

6 May this blest volume ever lie,

Close to my heart, and near my eye,
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage!

Wymn.

Law and Gospel compared. 1 THE Law commands, and makes us know

What duties to our God we owe:
But 'tis the Gospel must reveal

Where lies our strength to do His will. 2 The Law discovers guilt and sin,

And shows how vile our hearts have been;
Only the Gospel can express

Forgiving love and cleansing grace.
3 What curses doth the Law denounce

Against the man that fails but once !
But in the Gospel CHRIST appears,

Pard'ning the guilt of num'rous years. 4 My soul, no more attempt to draw

Thy life and comfort from the Law;
Fly to the hope the Gospel gives ;
That man that trusts the promise, lives.

Hymn.
Gospel of Christ. Power of God unto Salration.

1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do

That seeks relief for all his woe?
Where shall the guilty conscience find

Ease for the torment of the mind ?
2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n?

Or form our natures fit for heav'n?
In vain we search, in vain we try,.
Till Jesus brings His Gospel nigh.