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3 By thy divine, transforming power,
1st P. M. 6 lines 88 The mourner blessed. ESUS, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart,
And make me rich, for I am poor : To me be all thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven. 2 Thou hast pronounced the mourner blest,
And lo! for thee I ever mourn ;
Till thou, my only rest, return;
On all that hunger after thee?
See the poor fainting sinner, see;
For mercy, Lord, I cry:
In mercy, or I die :-
But wilt thou leave me?-Nu:
3 Still sure to me thy promise stands,
And ever must abide :
And graven in thy side.
Thy word is all my plea;
Have mercy, Lord, on me.
To a forgiving God;
Till wash'd in Jesus' blood :
My mountain sin depart,
And peace o'erflow my heart. 3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend
The' appearance of my Lord,
And speak my soul restored :4 Restored by reconciling grace ;
With present pardon blest; And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest. 5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
And claim me for thine own. 6 My God, in Jesus pacified,
My God, thyself declare ; And draw me to his open side,
And plunge the sinner there.
One wretched sinner die;
From endless misery :
Thy dreadful wrath severe; That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.
Thyself in me reveal ;
Obedient to thy will:
Because he first loved me;
To all eternity. 394
With healing in thy wing;
Life and salvation bring. 2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel,
By thy all-piercing beam : Lighten mine eyes with faith ; my heart
With holy hope inflame. 3 My mind, by thy all-quick’ning power,
From low desires set free;
My love entire on thee.
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Thy new-made creature crown,
5 Eternal, undivided Lord,
Co-equal One in Three,-
All love be paid to thee.
6th P. M. 6 lines 7s.
Help, or I perish.
By thy human griefs and fears ;
Saviour, help me, or I die. 396
To thee I breathe my sighs;
And when my joys arise ?
2 My God! 0 could I make the clainn-
My Father, and my Friend ;
On which thy saints depend ;-
I would thy grace entreat ;
Nor leave thy mercy-seat. 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy word is all my stay;
Thy presence makes my day.
Relieve my aching heart,
And all the gloom depart.
And bless thy healing rays; And change these deep, complaining sighs,
For songs of sacred praise.
Before thy feet, my God,
My vile ingratitude.
And false than mine has been; More faithless to its promises,
More prone to every sin.
These struggles in my breast ?
And give my conscience rest?