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S. M.

Hardness of heart lamented.

THAT I could repent!

O that I could believe!

Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend,
The rock in sunder cleave:
Thou, by thy two-edged sword,
My soul and spirit part;

Strike, with the hammer of thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.
2 Saviour, and Prince of peace!
The double grace bestow;
Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:

Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove :

Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal,
The balm of pard'ning love.

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The Physician needed.

L. M.

THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear,Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,Suffer a sinner to draw near,

And graciously receive me still.

2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have;

But I am sick, and want thine aid,

And wait thine utmost power to save.
3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine,
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of thine,
The most invet'rate plague can cure.
4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies,
And long hath languish'd at the pool.
A word of thine shall make it rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.

2 Thou standest in the holiest place,
As now for guilty sinners slain;
The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays,
All-prevalent for helpless man;

Thy blood is still our ransom found,
And speaks salvation all around.

3 We need not now go up to heaven
To bring the long-sought Saviour down;
Thou art to all already given,

Thou dost e'en now thy banquet crown;To every faithful soul appear,

And show thy real presence here.

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A foretaste of glory.

WHAT delight is this,

S. M.

Which now in Christ we know,—
An earnest of our glorious bliss,
Our heaven begun below!

2 When He the table spreads,
How royal is the cheer;
With rapture we lift up our heads,
And own that God is here.

3 The Lamb for sinners slain,
Who died to die no more,
Let all the ransom'd sons of men,
With all his hosts, adore.

4 Let earth and heaven be join'd,

His glories to display,

And hymn the Saviour of mankind
In one eternal day.

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Rejoicing at the table, with godly sorrow.

10 Jesus, our exalted Lord,

L. M.

The Name by heaven and earth ador.d, Fain would our hearts and voices raise

A cheerful song of sacred praise.

3 And art thou not the Saviou still,

In every place and age the same? Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill,

Or lost the virtue of thy name?

4 Faith in thy changeless name I have:
The good, the kind Physician, thou
Art able now our souls to save,
Art willing to restore them now.

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L. M.

The healing power of Christ.
HOUGH eighteen hundred years are past
Since Christ did in the flesh appear,

TH

His tender mercies ever last,

And still his healing power is here.
2 Would he the body's health restore,
And not regard the sin-sick soul?
The sin-sick soul he loves much more,
And surely he will make it whole.
3 All my disease, my every sin,
To thee, O Jesus, I confess :
In pardon, Lord, my cure begin,
And perfect it in holiness.

4 That token of thine utmost good,
Now, Saviour, now, on me bestow;
And purge my conscience with thy blood,
And wash my nature white as snow.

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Lord, help my unbelief.

C. M

HOW

[OW sad our state by nature is;
Our sin, how deep it stains;

And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace

Sounds from the sacred word:

Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a faithful Lord.

3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief!

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;

Here let me wash my guilty soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into thine arms I fall;

Be thou my strength and righteousness,My Jesus, and my all.

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The Day-star from on high.
Y former hopes are fled;
My terror now begins

MY

I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly?

S. M.

I hear the thunder roar ;-
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom:
But, hark! a friendly whisper says,—
Flee from the wrath to come.

4 With trembling hope I see
A glimm'ring from afar;

A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.

2 Love's mysterious work is done;
Greet we now the' atoning Son;
Heal'd and quicken'd by his blood,
Join'd to Christ, and one with God.

3 Him by faith we taste below,
Mightier joys ordain'd to know;
When his utmost grace we prove,
Rise to heaven by perfect love.

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12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.

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For a parting blessing.

of

AMB of God, whose dying love
We now recall to mind,

Send the answer from above,

And let us mercy find:

Think on us who think on thee,

And every struggling soul release; O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace!

2 By thine agonizing pain,

And bloody sweat, we pray,—

By thy dying love to man,

Take all our sins away:

Burst our bonds, and set us free;
From all iniquity release;

O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace!

3 Let thy blood, by faith applied, The sinner's pardon seal;

Speak us freely justified,

And all our sickness heal:

By thy passion on the tree,

Let all our griefs and troubles cease;

O remember Calvary,

And bid us go in peace!