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HYMN 332.

C. M. [6]

1 O 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 wanderer mourn !
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said, Return ?
3 O shine on this benighted heart !

With beams of mercy shine,
And let thy healing voice impart

A taste of joys divine.
4 Thy presence only can bestow

Delights which never cloy :
Be this my solace here below,

And my eternal joy.

HYMN 333. L. M. [b]

Penitential Aspirations. 1 Show mercy, Lord; O Lord, forgive ;

Let a repenting sinner live :
Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not the contrite trust in thee? 2 0 wash my soul from every stain,

Nor let the guilt I mourn remain ;
Give me to hear thy pardoning voice,
And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.

3 Give me a will to thine subdued,

A conscience pure, a soul renewed ;
Nor let me, lost in hopeless gloom,

An outcast from thy presence roam.
4 Then shall thy love inspire my tongue ;

Salvation shall be all my song ;
And every power shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.

HYMN 334. C. M. [6]

Repentance and Peace.
1 How oft, alas, this wretched heart

Has wandered from the Lord !
How oft my roving thoughts depart,

Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet Sovereign Mercy calls, Return :

Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn :

O, take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,

And bid my crimes remove ? And shall a pardoned rebel live

To speak thy wondrous love? 4 Almighty Grace, thy healing power,

How glorious, how divine, Which can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine!
5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,

Dear Saviour, I adore :
O keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

HYMN 335. L. M. [b]

Confession and Pardon.
1 While I keep silence, and conceal

My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my conscience feel !

What agonies of inward smart ! 2 I spread my sins before the Lord,

And all my secret faults confess;
Thy gospel speaks a pardoning word ;

Thy holy spirit seals the grace. 3 For this shall every humble soul

Make swift addresses to thy seat ; When floods of huge temptations roll,

There shall they find a blest retreat. 4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie,

When days grow dark, and storms appear ! And, when I walk, thy watchful eye

Shall guide me safe from every snare.

HYMN 336. 7. M. [6]

1 God of mercy, God of love,

Hear our sad, repentant songs ;
Listen to thy suppliant race,

Thou to whom all grace belongs. 2 Deep regret for follies past,

Talents wasted, time misspent,
Hearts debased by worldly cares,

Thankless for the blessings lent,

3 Foolish fears and fond desires,

Vain regrets for things as vain,
Lips too seldom taught to praise,

Oft to murmur and complain,4 These, and every secret fault,

Filled with grief and shame, we own: Humbled, at thy feet we bow,

Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy, God of grace,

Hear our sad, repentant songs ;
O, restore thy suppliant race,

Thou to whom all praise belongs.

HYMN 337. L. M. [6]

Sorrow for Sin.
1 My spirit longs its rest to find ;

Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek, thy lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart. 2 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free ;
I cannot rest till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee.
3 Fain would I learn of thee, my Lord,

Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross is hallowed by thy blood,

The labour of thy dying love. 4 I would, but thou must give the power ;

My heart from every sin release :
Lord, bring, O bring, the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace.


HYMN 338. C. M. [# or b ]

Nature and Fruits of Charity. 1 O CHARITY, thou heavenly grace,

All-tender, soft, and kind,
A friend to all the human race,

To all that's good inclined ! 2 The man of charity extends

To all his helping hand;
His kindred, neighbours, foes, and friends,

His pity may command.
3 He aids the poor in their distress;

He hears when they complain ;
With tender heart delights to bless,

And lessen all their pain.
4 The sick, the prisoner, deaf, and blind,

And all the sons of grief,
In him a benefactor find;

He loves to give relief.
5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet ;

'Tis love that makes us rise,
With willing minds, and ardent feet,

To yonder happy skies.

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