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C. M. 402. C. WESLEY.

Vain Repentances. 1 Times without number have I prayed,

This only once forgive;
Relapsing when thy hand was stayed,

And suffered me to live :
2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace,

Lord, to my heart restore;
Forgive my vain repentances,

And bid me sin no more.

L. M.

403.

DODDRIDGE.

Ret

ning to God.

i LORD, we have wandered from thy way,

Like foolish sheep bave gone astray,
Our pleasant pastures we have left,

And of their guard our souls bereft. 2 Exposed to want, exposed to harm,

Far from our gentle Shepherd's arm;
Nor will these fatal wanderings cease,

Till thou reveal the paths of peace.
3 O seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord,

Nor let us quite forget thy word;
Our erring feet do thou restore,
And keep us that we stray no more.

404.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY. Preparation of the Heart. 1 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;
A strong desiring confidence,

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.

C. M.

405. 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;
To thee our roving eyes direct,

And fix our hearts on thee.

S. M.

406.

Watts.

Forgiveness of Sin upon Confession. Psalm 82.

1

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.

3

While I concealed my guilt,

I felt the festering wound;
Till I confessed my sins to thee,

And ready pardon found.
Let sinners learn to pray,

Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help in times of deep distress

Is found in God alone.

4

C. M. 407. WATTS.

Freedom from Sin and Misery in Heaven.
1 Our sins, alas! how strong they be!

And, like a violent sea,
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,

And hurry us away. 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!

How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls

Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,

Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our wingèd zeal,

Or cool our burning love.
4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell,

The wonders of his grace;
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,

And smile in every face.

L. M.

408.

MORAVIAN.

Devout Penitence.

1 My soul before thee prostrate lies;

To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free.

2 In life's short day, let me yet more

Of thy enlivening power implore;
My mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm, from wandering free.

3 One only care my soul should know,

Father, all thy commands to do;
O deep engrave it on my breast,
That I in thee alone am blest.

C. M.

409.

FURNESS.

The Penitent Son.

1 O RICHLY, Father, have I been

Blest evermore by thee!
And morning, noon, and night thou hast

Preserved me tenderly. 2 And yet the love which thou shouldst claim

To idols I have given;
Too oft have bound to earth the hopes

That know no home but heaven.

3 Unworthy to be called thy son,

I come with shame to thee,
Father! O more than Father thou

Hast always been to me!
4 Help me to break the heavy chains

The world has round me thrown, And know the glorious liberty

Of an obedient son.

5 That I may henceforth heed whate'er

Thy voice within me saith, Fix deeply in my heart of hearts

A principle of faith, -
6 Faith that, like armor to my soul,

Shall keep all evil out,
More mighty than an angel host,

Encamping round about.

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