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3 That Spirit, which from age to age

Proclaim'd thy love, and taught thy ways ? Brighten'd Isaiah's vivid page,

And breathed in David's hallow'd lays ? 4 Is not thy grace as mighty now

As when Elijah felt its power ; When glory beam'd from Moses' brow,

Or Job endured the trying hour? 5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days;

Renew thy work; thy grace restore; And while to thee our hearts we raise,

On us thy Holy Spirit pour. 860

1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Broken vous lamented. GOD! how often hath thine ear

To me in willing mercy bow'd ;
While, worshipping thine altar near,

Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd :
But ah! the feebleness of man!
Have I not vow'd and wept in vain ?

Return, O Lord of Hosts, return!

Behold thy servant in distress; My faithlessness again I mourn;

Again forgive my faithlessness; And to thine arms of mercy take, And bless me for the Saviour's sake.

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S. M. The warning voice of Jesus. IRACIOUS Redeemer, shake

This slumber from my soul ! Say to me now,--Awake, awake!

And Christ shall make thee whole. 2 Lay to thy mighty hand;

Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand

The thunder of thy power.

3 Give me on thee to call,

Always to watch and pray,
Lest I into temptation fall,

And cast my shield away.
4 For each assault prepared,

And ready may I be;
Forever standing on my guard,

And looking up to thee.
5 0 do thou always warn

My soul of evil near;
When to the right or left I turn,

Thy voice still let me hear :
6 Come back! this is the way;

Come back, and walk therein;
O may I hearken and obey,

And shun the paths of sin.

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1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Pleading for restoring grace. ’TIS enough, my God, my God!

Here let me give my wand'rings o’er: No longer trample on thy blood,

And grieve thy gentleness no more;
No more thy ling'ring anger move,
Or sin against thy light and love.
2 O Lord, if mercy is with thee,

Now let it unto me be shown ;
To me, the chief of sinners, me,

Who humbly for thy mercy groan :
Me to thy Father's grace restore,
Nor let me ever grieve thee more.
3 Fountain of unexhausted love,

Of infinite compassion,-hear:
My Saviour, and my Prince above,

Once more in my behalf appear: Repentance, faith, and pardon give: O let me turn again and live!

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C. M.
Faint, yet pursuing.
S pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God—the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine ;
O, when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine !
3 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord, wast nigh; When every heart was tuned to praise,

And none more blest than I. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soui ?

Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God,

Thy Saviour, and thy King. 864

C. M.
I shall be satisfied when I awake in thy likeness.
ESUS, the all-restoring Word,

My fallen spirit's hope,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,

Ah! when shall I wake up ?
2 Thou, O my God, thou only art

The Life, the Truth, the Way; Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,

My sinking footsteps stay.
3 Of all thou hast in earth below,

In heaven above, to give,
Give me thy only love to know,-

In thee to walk and live.
4 Fill me with all the life of love;

In mystic union join
Me to thyself, and let me prove

The fellowship divine.

JES

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5 Open the intercourse between

My longing soul and thee, Never to be broke off again

To all eternity. 865

S. M.
Restore my peace.
ND wilt thou yet be found,
And
may

I still draw near ?
Then listen to the plaintive sound

Of a poor sinner's prayer. 2 Jesus, thine aid afford,

If still the same thou art:
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord,

I lift my helpless heart.
3 Thou seest my troubled breast,

The strugglings of my will, The foes that interrupt my rest,

The agonies I feel. 4 O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace; I know thou canst; pronounce the word,

And bid the tempest cease. 5 I long to see thy face;

Thy Spirit I implore,–
The living water of thy grace,

That I may thirst no more. 866

L. M.
Danger of final apostasy.
H! Lord, with trembling I confess,

A gracious soul may fall from grace;
The salt may lose its seas'ning power,
And never, never find it more.
2 Lest that my fearful case should be,
Each moment knit my soul to thee;
And lead me to the mount above,
Through the low vale of humble love.

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BACKSLIDINGS LAMENTED.

GOD

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L. M.
Lukewarmness.
OD of unspotted purity,

Us, and our works, canst thou behold ? Justly are they abhorr'd by thee,

Whose works are neither hot nor cold. 2 Better that we had never known

The way to heaven, through saving grace, Than basely in our lives disown,

And slight and mock thee to thy face. 3 O let us our own works forsake ;

Ourselves and all we have deny: Thy condescending counsel take;

And come to thee, pure gold to buy. 4 O may we through thy grace attain

The faith thou never wilt reprove ;The faith that purges every stain,

The faith that always works by love. 868

L. M.
Humble confession.
JAVIOUR, I now with shame confess

My thirst for creature happiness;
By base desires I wrong'd thy love,
And forced thy mercy to remove.
2 Yet, О the riches of thy grace !
Thou, who hast seen my evil ways,
Wilt freely my backslidings heal,
And pardon on my conscience sea)
3 Yea, for thy truth and mercy's sake,
My comfort thou wilt give me back;
And lead me on from grace to grace,
In all the paths of righteousness;

SAM

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