3 All-seeing, powerful God,

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife
Shall prosper in the end?

4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake;

The trembling earth deserts her place;
Her rooted pillars shake.

5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?

None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

465.

S. M.

RIPPON'S COL.

Prayer for Deliverance.

1 LIKE Israel, Lord, am I;
My soul is at a stand;
A sea before, a host behind,
And rocks on either hand.

2 O Lord, I cry to thee,

And would thy word obey;

Bid me advance; and, through the sea,
Create a new-made way.

3 The time of greatest straits

Thy chosen time has been
To manifest thy power is great,
And make thy glory seen.

4 O, send deliverance down;
Display the arm divine;

466.

So shall the praise be all thy own,
And I be doubly thine.

1 WITH guilt oppressed, bowed down with sin,

Beneath its load 1 groan;

Give me, O Lord, a heart of flesh;

Remove this heart of stone.

2 A burdened sinner, lo! I come,
In dread of death and hell;
O, seal my pardon with thy blood,
And all my fears dispel.

3 Nor peace, nor rest, my soul can find,
Till thy dear cross I see;
Till there in humble faith I cry,
"The Saviour died for me.'

4 O, give this true and living faith,
This soul-supporting view;
Till old things be forever past,
And all within be new.

467.

L. M.

WATTS.

The Backslider's Supplication.

10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

468.

L. M.

Returning to God.

WATTS.

1 A BROKEN heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

2 My soul is humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
4 O, may thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

469.

C. M.

NEWTON.

Subdued by the Cross.

1 IN evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,

Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;

He fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 O, never, till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt;
It plunged me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And helped to nail him there.

5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its darkest hue,

Such is the mystery of grace,

It seals my pardon too.

Relying on the Atonement.

1 O LORD, I fall before thy face; My only refuge is thy grace:

WATTS.

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

2 No bleeding bird nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

3 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;

Thy blood can make me white as snow; No human power could cleanse me so. 4 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice.

471.

S. M.

BEDDOME.

Repentance in View of Christ's Compassion.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears
The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, Ŏ my
soul;
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

472.

C. M.

Godly Sorrow at the Cross.

WATTS.

1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.

Indwelling Sin lamented.

1 WITH tears of anguish I lament,
Here at thy cross, my God,

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 O, was there e'er a heart so base,
So false, as mine has been-
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin?

3 Yet, I remember, thy commands
Are holy, just, and true;

I feel that what my God demands
Is his most rightful due.

STENNETT,

4 Thy word I hear, thy counsels weigh,
And all thy works approve:

Still, nature finds it hard t' obey,
And harder yet to love.

5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
This warfare in my breast?

In mercy bow this stubborn will,
And give my spirit rest.