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2 O help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more.
More firmly to believe;
The more shall he receive.
4 O help us, Father, from on high;
We know no help but thee; O help us so to live and die,
As thine in heaven to be.
The Soul returning to God. 1 RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world's allurements, toils, and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole;
Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return,
From passions every hour at strife;
Lay hold upon eternal life.
To keep his word, that word believe;
This only once forgive;
And suffered me to live :
2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace,
Lord, to my heart restore;
And bid me sin no more.
L. M. 403. DODDRIDGE.
Returning to God. i LORD, we have wandered from thy way,
Like foolish sheep have gone astray,
And of their guard our souls bereft. 2 Exposed to want, exposed to harm,
Far from our gentle Shepherd's arm;
Till thou reveal the paths of peace.
Nor let us quite forget thy word;
MONTGOMERY. Preparation of the Heart. i Lord, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear :
Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must, draw near. 2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe, Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go? 3 God of all grace, we come to thee,
With broken, contrite hearts; Give what thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts; — 4 Give deep humility; the sense
Of godly sorrow give;
To hear thy voice and live ;5 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay; Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust thee, though thou slay. 6 Give these, and then thy will be done;
Thus strengthened with all might, We, by thy Spirit and thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.
DODDRIDGE. Salvation only in God. i How long shall dreams of earthly bliss
Our flattering hopes employ? And mock our fond, deluded eyes
With visionary joy? 2 Why from the mountains and the hills
Is our salvation sought?
While our eternal Rock's forsook,
And Israel's God forgot.
3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view, Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil,
Our broken cisterns hew.
4 These fatal errors, gracious God,
With gentle pity see;
And fix our hearts on thee.
S. M. 406.
Watts. Forgiveness of Sin upon Confession. Psalm 32. i O BLESSED souls are they,
Whose sins are covered o'er! Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more! 2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care ; Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.
I felt the festering wound;
And ready pardon found.
Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.
C. M. 407.
And, like a violent sea,
And hurry us away.
How loud the tempests roar!
Safe on the heavenly shore.
3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
Or cool our burning love.
4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell,
The wonders of his grace;
And smile in every face.
1 My soul before thee prostrate lies ;
To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
2 In life's short day, let me yet more
Of thy enlivening power implore ;