2. "My crimes are great but can't surpa
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found!

3. "Oh! wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean:
Here, on my heart, the burden lies;
And past offences pain mine eyes.

4. "My lips, with shame, my sins confess,
Against thy law-against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned - but thou art clear.

5. "Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.”

*The elocutionary analysis of the style of reading, should now be applied to every change of emotion indicated in each stanza.

8. "Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green:

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4. "But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5. "Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;

6. "Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore."

1. "There is a fountain, filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2. "The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain, in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3. "Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved, to sin no more.

4. "Since first, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

5. "And when this feeble, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave

Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.”

mighty Power and Majesty of God.-H. K. White. 1. "The Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey his will;

3. "Howl, winds of night! your force combine!.
Without his high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4. "His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;

He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.

5. "Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God."

Diffusion of the Gospel.-Heber.

1. "From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2. "What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle