HYMN 332.

C. M. [b]

Contrition.

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 O 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. [b]

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. 7s. M. [b]

Penitential.

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. [b]

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.

CHARITY AND BROTHERLY LOVE.

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.