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ó For thee the Saviour suffer'd shame,

And shed his precious blood : Believe, believe in Jesus name,

And be at peace with God. 358

8. M.
Accepting the invitation.
OME, weary sinners, come,

Groaning beneath your load;
The Saviour calls his wand'rers home;

Haste to your pard’ning God. 2 Come, all by guilt oppress'd,

Answer the Saviour's call
O come, and I will give you rest,
And I will save you

all. 3 Redeemer, full of love,

We would thy word obey,
And all thy faithful mercies prove:

() take our guilt away.
4 We would on thee rely;

On thee would cast our care; Now to thine arms of mercy fly,

And find salvation there. 359

C. M.
The resolution.
ME, humble sinner, in whose breast

A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,

And make this last resolve: 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin

Like mountains round me close; I know his courts, I'll enter in,

Whatever may oppose.
3 Prostrate I'll lie before bis throne,

And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone

Without his sov'reign grace.

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4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my prayer ; But, if I perish, I will pray,

And perish only there.
6 I can but perish if I go-

I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know

I must forever die.

S. M.

PENITENTIAL. 360

To whom should we go?
H! whither should I go,

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A faint ?

To whom should I my trouble show,

And pour out my complaint ?
My Saviour bids me come;

Ah! why do I delay ?
He calls the weary sinner home,

And yet from him I stay. 2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part, Which will not let the Saviour take

Possession of my heart ? Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine,

And take the veil away. 3 I now believe, in thee,

Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith, to me

O les it, Lord, be done! In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove. Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love.

361

L. M.

The sinner's only hope.

near,

And bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear ?

What shall I bring to gain thy grace ? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord most High ?

Will multiplied oblations please ? Thousands of rams his favour buy,

Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease ? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God?

Can these wash out my guilty stain ? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,

Alas! they all must flow in vain. 4 Who would himself to thee approve,

Must take the path thyself hast show'l; Justice pursue, and mercy love,

And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine,

Present for past can ne'er atone: Though I to thee the whole resign,

I only give thee back thine own. 6 Guilty I stand before thy face;

On me I feel thy wrath abide; 'Tis just the sentence should take place;

'Tis just,—but O, thy Son hath died ! 362

10th P. M. 4 lines 8s. The Rock that is higher than I. INCOMPASS'D with clouds of distresis,

And ready all hope to resign,
I long for thy light and thy grace;

3 God, will they never be mine? 2 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn,

My hold of thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return,

And plunge me again in the deep.

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3 Appear, and my sorrow shall cease;

The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jesus for peace,

The Rock that is higher than I. 4 O enter this desolate heart,

Then rule o'er the heart thou hast won; Nor again in thine anger depart,

But make it forever thy throne.

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C. M.
Timely penitence.
HEN rising from the bed of death,

O’erwhelm’d with guilt and fear,
I view my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear ?
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My soul with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought : 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul, —

O how shall I appear ?
4 0 may my broken, contrite heart,

Timely my sins lament;
And early, with repentant tears,

Eternal wo prevent.
5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,

Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour's dying groan,

To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to secure,
Who knows thine only Son hath died

To make that pardon sure.

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364

L. M.
Only by faith.
ORD, I despair myself to heal ;

I see my sin, but cannot feel;
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid the' obedient waters flow.
2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give;
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here, then, to thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem, and seal,—are thine.
3 With simple faith, on thee I call,-
My light, my life, my Lord, my all :
I wait the moving of the pool ;
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
4 Speak, gracious Lord,—my sickness cure,-
Make

my

infected nature pure : Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart ! 365

L. M.
Helpless, in sin and misery.
HOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave,

Ready the outcasts to receive:
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to thee are known.
2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt ?
Thou wilt in nowise cast me out,-
A helpless soul, that comes to thee
With only sin and misery.
3 Lord, I am sick,—my sickness cure :
I want,—do thou enrich the poor :
Under thy mighty hand I stoop,
O lift the abject sinner up.
4 Lord, I am blind,—be thou my sigłt:
Lord, I am weak,-be thou my might:
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thec.

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