2 Heavenly Father, Lord of all,

Hear and show thou hear’st my call!
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Smile on me a sinner now!
Now the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and melt

my

heart. 3 Lord, I cannot let thee yo,

Till a blessing thou bestow;
Hcar my Advocate divine,
Lo! to his, my suit I join;
Join'd with his, it cannot fail:

Let me now with thee prevail! 4 Jesus, answer from above,

Is not all thy nature love!
Pity from thine eye let fall;
Bless me whilst on thee I call:
Am I thine, thou Son of God?

Take the purchase of thy blood.
298. The terrors of judgment, and penitence

(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!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrivks,

And trembles at the thought:-
3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd

lu majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;

Thy nature is benign:
Thy pard’ning mercy I implore;
mercy,

Lord, is thine.

For

Ś O let thy boundless mercy shine

On my benighted soul!
Correct my passions, mend my heart,

And all my fears control.
# And may I taste thy richer grace

In that decisive hour,
When Christ to judgment shall descend,

And time shall be no more.

299. (247.) C. M.
10 THOU, whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye!
2 See! low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wand'rer mourn; • Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said, retura?
3 Absent from thee, my guide, my light!

Without one cheering ray;
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,

How desolate my way!
O shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

C. M. 300.

For a new Nature. 1 SUPREME High-priest, the pilgrim's light,

My heart for thee prepare;
Thine image stamp, and deeply write

Thy superscription there.
2 Ab, let my forehead bear thy seal,

My arm thy badge retain,
My heart the inward witness feel
That I am born again.

3 Into thy humble mansion come,

Set up thy dwelling here:
Possess my heart, and leave no room

For sin to harbour there:
Ah, give me, Lord, the singlu eye,

Which aims at naught but thee:
I fain would live, and yet not I

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;
6 That with the armies of the sky

I too may sit and sing,
Add, Saviour, to the eagle's eye,

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:
4 Joining thy sheep in yonder fold,

Like them I shall rejoice;
Like them thy glory shall behold
And hear my shepherd's voice.

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;
How long, my God, must I complain,

And deprecate thy wrath in vain? 3 Oh, should I die depriv'd of thee!

What being else can succour me?
Thy frowns would rend my soul in death,

And sink it to the depths beneath. 4 Ye darling sins, that plague me so,

The greatest enemies I know,
Depart-for God hath heard my pray’r,

And will not let me long despair.
5 No; I shall yet his goodness bless;

And when this transient life shall pass,
Then, full of glory, I shall prove
He can be just, and sinners love.

So
SALVATION THROUGH JESUS CHRIST.
THE SINNER TRUSTING IN CHRIST FOR SALVATION

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!
Of crimes, already numberless,

Vain the attempt to swell the score.
4 Were the black list before my sight,

While I remember thou hast died,
"Twould only urge my speedier flight

To seek salvation at thy side.
5 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down,

To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
And if thou spurn me from thy throne
I'll be the first wlio perish'd there.

304.

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,