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C. M. 414.
Pardon. Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 4 1 Н"
OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd froin the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his
word. 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, “ Return:'
Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn;
Oh, take the wand'rer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love? 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine! That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine.
Dear Saviour, I adore;
P. M. 415. The returning Backslider; or, a Prayer
for restoring Grace. Hosea xiv. 1, 2. 1 WEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
For thee, not without hope, 1 mourn;
A Friend before the Throne of Love. 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Open thine arms, and take me in!
Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
Forgive and hid me sin no more:
And make my heart a House of Prayer. À The stone to flesh again convert:
The veil of sin once more remove!
And melt it by thy dying love!
And make it soft and make it new. 5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears,
And kindle my relentings now;
To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow:
C. M. 416.
Walking with God. Gen. v. 94 1
OH! for a closer walk with God,
That leads me to the Lamb!
When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word? & What peaceful lours I once enjoy'd.,
How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fin.
Sweet messenger of rest;
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb. 417.
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
Would fain, like Peter, weep. 2 Now let me be by grace restor’d,
To me thy mercy shown;
And break my heart of stone.
Repentance to impart,
The humble, contrite heart. 4 Give, what I should have long implor'd,
A taste of love unknown;
And break my heart of stone.
Nor suffer me to die;
Smile in thy gracious eye.
Let mercy melt me down:
And break my heart of stone: 418.
C. M. * O THAT I were as heretofore! When warm in my first love;
I only live my God t'adore,
And seek the things above!
And lavish of his grace,
And half unveil'd his face.
Triumphantly I rode; 1 soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings,
And found and talk'd with God.
Of happiness cast down!
And faded is the crown.
For which I sigh in pain!
L. M. 419.
Thou hast redeem'd me with thy blood; By ties, both natural and divine,
I am, and ever will be thine.
Ere I'm aware, from thee depart,
For such ingratitude to thee!
The guilt, the shame, I deprecate:
1 dare not trust my warmest vows. 4 Pity my frailty, dearest Lord!
Grace in the needful hour afford:
5 So shall I triumph o'er my fears,
And gather joys from all my tears;
L. M. 420.
My soul thirsteth for God. 1 I ",
The vain delights of earth to share: Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasure there. 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross
First wean'd my soul from earthly things
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
That quickens all things where it flows,
A living, and life-giving stream!
The notice of thy Father's eye,
L. M. 421.
Hatred of Sin. 1 Н"
OLY Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slights Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,
i mourn the anguish of the bite.
Hope bids me still with patience wait;