3 The gospel bids the dead revive, Sinners obey the voice, and live; Dry bones are rais'd and cloth'd afresh, And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 4 [Where Satan reign'd in shades of night The gospel strikes a heavenly light; Our lusts its wondrous power controls, And calms the rage of angry souls.] 5 [Lions and beasts of savage name Put on the nature of the lamb; Whilst the wild world esteems it strange Gaze, and admire, and hate the change.] 6 May but this grace my soul renew, Let sinners gaze and hate me too; The word that saves me does engage A sure defence from all their rage. Hymn 2:139. The example of Christ. 1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer: The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God the Judge shall own my name, Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Hymn 2:140. The example: of Christ and the saints. 1 Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their victory came, They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast;) And following their incarnate God Possess the promis'd rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Shew the same path to heaven. Hymn 2:141. Faith assisted by sense; or, Preaching, baptism, and the Lord's Supper. 1 My Saviour-God, my Sovereign-Prince Reigns far above the skies; But brings his graces down to sense, And helps my faith to rise. 2 My eyes and ears shall bless his Name, They read and hear his word; My touch and taste shall do the same When they receive the Lord. 3 Baptismal water is design'd To seal his cleansing grace; While at his feast of bread and wine He gives his saints a place. 4 But not the waters of a flood Can make my flesh so clean, As by his Spirit and his blood He'll wash my soul from sin. 5 Not choicest meats or noblest wines, So much my heart refresh, As when my faith goes thro' the signs, And feeds upon his flesh. 6 I love the Lord, that stoops so low To give his word a seal; But the rich grace his hands bestow Exceeds the figures still. Hymn 2:142. Faith in Christ our sacrifice. 1 Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain.