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2 Heavenly Father, Lord of all,
Hear and show thou hear’st my call!
heart. 3 Lord, I cannot let thee yo,
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Let me now with thee prevail! 4 Jesus, answer from above,
Is not all thy nature love!
Take the purchase of thy blood.
(243.) C. M.
from them. 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought:-
lu majesty severe,
O how shall I appear!
Thy nature is benign:
Lord, is thine.
Ś O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul!
And all my fears control.
In that decisive hour,
And time shall be no more.
299. (247.) C. M.
Contrition's humble sigh;
From sorrow's weeping eye!
A wretched wand'rer mourn; • Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, retura?
Without one cheering ray;
How desolate my way!
With beams of mercy shine;
C. M. 300.
For a new Nature. 1 SUPREME High-priest, the pilgrim's light,
My heart for thee prepare;
Thy superscription there.
My arm thy badge retain,
3 Into thy humble mansion come,
Set up thy dwelling here:
For sin to harbour there:
Which aims at naught but thee:
Let Jesus live in me. 5 O that the penetrating sight
And eagle's eye were mine! Undazzled at the boundless light,
Of majesty divine;
I too may sit and sing,
The dove's aspiring wing.
C. M. 301. For Salvation from the power of Sim here,
and from its existence finally. 10 WHEN wilt thou my Saviour be!
O when shall I be clean! The true eternal Sabbath see,
A perfect rest from sin! 2 Jesus! the sinner's rest thou art,
From guilt, and fear, and pain; While thou art absent from my heart,
I look for rest in vain! 3 The consolations of thy word
My soul have long upheld; The faithful promise of the Lord
Shall surely be fulfill'd:
Like them I shall rejoice;
5 O that I now the voice might hear,
That speaks my sins forgiven; Thy word is past to give me here The inward pledge of heaven.
L. M. 302.
Prayer of a penitent. Ps. 6. 104 that the Lord would hear my cry,
And stay his anger lest I die! 'Thy wrath is just-yet, oh, forgive!
And let a mourning sinner live. 2 In all my frame, without, within,
I feel the sad effects of sin;
And deprecate thy wrath in vain? 3 Oh, should I die depriv'd of thee!
What being else can succour me?
And sink it to the depths beneath. 4 Ye darling sins, that plague me so,
The greatest enemies I know,
And will not let me long despair.
And when this transient life shall pass,
L. M. 303. Humble Trust; or, Despair prevented. LORD; didst thou die, but not for me?
Am I forbid to trust thy blood? Hast thou not pardons, rich and free!
And grace, an overwhelming flood? 2 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound To limit mercy's sovereign reign:
What other happy souls have found,
I'll seek; nor shall I seek in vain. 3 I own my guilt; my sins confess;
Can men or devils make them more!
Vain the attempt to swell the score.
While I remember thou hast died,
To seek salvation at thy side.
To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
L. M. 1 FAR from thy fold, O God, my feet
Once moved in error's devious maze; Nor found religious duties sweet,
Nor sought thy face, nor lov’d thy ways. 2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou could'st ne'er ap
prove; And gently drew my soul to thee,
With cords of sweet, eternal love. 3 Now to thy foot stool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall; A vile, a helpless worm, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all. 4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give; From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd
part, Beneath thy countenance to live. 5 And when, in smiling friendship drest,
Death bids me quit this mortal frame,