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C. M. 402. C. WESLEY.
Vain Repentances. 1 Times without number have I prayed,
This only once forgive;
And suffered me to live :
Lord, to my heart restore;
And bid me sin no more.
ning to God.
i LORD, we have wandered from thy way,
Like foolish sheep bave 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. 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;
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
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.
Forgiveness of Sin upon Confession. Psalm 82.
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.
While I concealed my guilt,
I felt the festering wound;
And ready pardon found.
Let saints keep near the throne;
Is found in God alone.
C. M. 407. WATTS.
Freedom from Sin and Misery in Heaven.
And, like a violent sea,
And hurry us away. 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
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.
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;
3 One only care my soul should know,
Father, all thy commands to do;
The Penitent Son.
1 O RICHLY, Father, have I been
Blest evermore by thee!
Preserved me tenderly. 2 And yet the love which thou shouldst claim
To idols I have given;
That know no home but heaven.
3 Unworthy to be called thy son,
I come with shame to thee,
Hast always been to me!
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, -
Shall keep all evil out,
Encamping round about.