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2 Forgive my follies past,
The crimes which I have done ;
Through thy incarnate Son.
Upon my conscience lies;
And lift my weeping eyes.
Thou only canst remove;
And thy unbounded love.
Will ease my troubled breast;
And I shall then be blest.
WATTS. Pardon penitently implored. 1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live ;
May not a sinner trust in thee?
The power and glory of thy grace;
So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 0, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean,
And past offences pain mine eyes.
Against thy law, against thy grace;
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.
My load of guilt remove;
That bars me from thy love.
Then my rejoicing tongue
And make thy praise my song.
For sin could e'er atone;
Sufficient and alone.
My God will ne'er despise ;
Is our best sacrifice.
WATTS. Repentance in View of divine Patience. 1 AND are we, wretches, yet alive?
And do we yet rebel ?
That bears us up from hell.
Would sink us down to flames;
To crush our feeble frames.
And straight the thunder stays;
And weary out his grace?
4 Lord, we have long abused thy love,
Too long indulged our sin;
What rebels we have been.
No more will we obey;
And drive thy foes away.
Sense of Sin.
Demands my love, my joy, my care ;
How cold, my best affections are ! 2 'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight! 3 Come, gracious Lord; thy love can raise
My captive powers from sin and death, And fill my heart and life with praise,
And tune my last, expiring breath.
C. WESLEY. Prayer for Repentance. 10 FOR that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord,
And trembles at thy word!
Which from repentance flow,
The long-suspended blow! 3 O Lord, to me in pity give
For sin the deep distress,
And bid me die in peace.
4 O, fill my soul with faith and love,
And strength to do thy will ;
Thyself to me reveal.
COLLYER. Returning to God. 1 RETURN, my wandering soul, return,
And seek an injured Father's face;
Were kindled by redeeming grace. 2 Return, my wandering soul, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
His heavenly balm shall heal thy smart. 3 Return, my wandering soul, return;
Thy dying Saviour bids thee live;
How freely Jesus can forgive.
And wipe away the falling tear; 'Tis God who says, “ No longer mourn;"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
DODDRIDGE Secret Self-Examination. 1 RETURN, my roving heart, return,
And life's vain shadows chase no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
Distinctly marks each deep retreat,
And let me here thy presence meet. 3 Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide, And still its radiant beams impart
Till all be known and purified.
4 Then let the visits of thy love
My inmost soul be made to share,
My terror now begins;
In trespasses and sins.
I hear the thunder roar;
And vengeance at the door.
1 dread impending doom;
« Flee from the wrath to come.”
A glimmering from afar,
To save me from despair.
It marks the pilgrim's way;
And watch the rising day.
Sense of Depravity.
We own, with humble shame,
And our first father's name.
And love the distance well;
That leads to death and hell