3 By thy divine, transforming power,
My ruin'd nature now restore;
And let my life and temper shine,
In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine

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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 ;
I cannot, no, I will not rest,

Till thou, my only rest, return;
Till thou, the Prince of peace, appear,
And I receive the Comforter.
3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd

On all that hunger after thee?
I hunger now, I thirst for God;

See the poor fainting sinner, see;
And satisfy with endless peace,
And fill me with thy righteousness.

ME

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C. M.
Pleading the promises.
ERCY alone can meet my case;

For mercy, Lord, I cry:
Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face

In mercy, or I die :-
2 I perish, and my doom were just;

But wilt thou leave me?-Nu:
I hold thee fast, my hope, my trust;
I will not let thee

3 Still sure to me thy promise stands,

And ever must abide :
Behold it written on thy hands,

And graven in thy side.
4 To this, this only will I cleave;

Thy word is all my plea;
That word is truth, and I believe :-

Have mercy, Lord, on me.

L

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C. M.
Prisoner of hope.
ET the redeem'd give thanks and praise

To a forgiving God;
My feeble voice I cannot raise,

Till wash'd in Jesus' blood :
2 Till, at thy coming from above,

My mountain sin depart,
And fear give place to filial love,

And peace o'erflow my heart. 3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend

The' appearance of my Lord,
These endless doubts and fears to end,

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,
Now, Father, to thy servant give,

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.

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S. M.
Deprecating the wrath to come.
THOU that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die;
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save

From endless misery :
Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe; That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear.
2 Thou art thyself the Way;

Thyself in me reveal ;
So shall I spend my life's short day,

Obedient to thy will:
So shall I love my God,

Because he first loved me;
And praise thee in thy bright abode,

To all eternity. 394

C. M.
The Sun of righteousness.
O

With healing in thy wing;
To my diseased, my fainting soul,

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;
Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix

My love entire on thee.
4 Father, thy long-lost son receive;

Saviour, thy purchase own;
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy

Thy new-made creature crown,

5 Eternal, undivided Lord,

Co-equal One in Three,-
On thee all faith, all hope be placed ;

All love be paid to thee.
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6th P. M. 6 lines 7s.

Help, or I perish.
JY thy birth, and by thy tears ;

By thy human griefs and fears ;
By thy conflict in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power,—
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept ;
By the bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.
4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;

Saviour, help me, or I die. 396

C. M.
Humble and earnest entreaties.
EAR, gracious God, my humble prayer ;

To thee I breathe my sighs;
When will the cheering morn appear?

And when my joys arise ?

HEN

2 My God! 0 could I make the clainn-

My Father, and my Friend ;
And call thee mine, by every name

On which thy saints depend ;-
3 By every name of power and love,

I would thy grace entreat ;
Nor should my humble hopes remove,

Nor leave thy mercy-seat. 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,

Thy word is all my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns :

Thy presence makes my day.
5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace

Relieve my aching heart,
O make my heavy sorrows cease,

And all the gloom depart.
6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,

And bless thy healing rays; And change these deep, complaining sighs,

For songs of sacred praise.

IN

,

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S. M
Humble confession.
N sorrow I lament,

Before thy feet, my God,
My passion, pride, and discontent,--

My vile ingratitude.
2 Ne'er was a heart more base

And false than mine has been; More faithless to its promises,

More prone to every sin.
3 How long, Lord, shall I feel

These struggles in my breast ?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,

And give my conscience rest?