5 O God, thou art my home, my rest, How shall I 'scape into thy breast? 874 God's absence deprecated. O THOU, whose mercy hears S. M. Contrition's humble sigh; A wretched wand'rer mourn : 3 Shall guilty fears prevail 4 Absent from thee, my Light, How desolate my way! 5 On this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine; And let thy voice again impart A taste of joy divine. 875 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. The deceitfulness of sin. JESUS, friend of sinners, hear Yet once again, I pray; 2 For my selfishness and pride Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. 876 W 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Seeking restoration. HERE is the Saviour now, Whose smiles I once possess'd? Till he return, I bow, By heavy grief oppress'd : 2 Where can the mourner go, Ah, who can give relief? 3 Jesus, thy smiles impart; And bid me cease to mourn: Then shall this night of sorrow flee, And peace and heaven be found in thee. 877 H 10th P. M. 8 lines 88. Forgiveness implored. TOW shall a lost sinner in pain, 1.1 If still thou art able to save,- 878 TIMES Vain repentances. C.M. IMES without number have I pray'd,- Relapsing when thy hand was, stay'd, And suffer'd me to live: 2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace, Lord, to my heart restore; Forgive my vain repentances, And bid me sin no more. 879 V 1 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Resolution to return. YES, from this instant, now, I will To my offended Father cry; My base ingratitude I feel; Vilest of all thy children, I; Not worthy to be call'd thy son; Yet will I thee my Father own. 2 Guide of my life hast thou not been, 3 If thou hast call'd me to return, If weeping at thy feet I fall,- 880 H The wanderer returning. S. M. OW oft this wretched heart 2 Yet mercy calls, -Return; O, keep me at thy sacred feet, 881 Restored by grace. JESUS, if thy free grace S. M. : Again hath raised me up, Thy loving-kindness show; 2 By me, my Saviour, stand, In sore temptation's hour; O save me with thine out-stretch'd hand, And show forth all thy power. Be mindful of thy word; Sufficient grace bestow; O keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go. O keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, : S. M. 1 1 882 0 Rejoicing in Christ's restoring love. SPEAK that word again; 2 And dost thou deign to own And may I still approach thy throne, 3 My Saviour, by his word, Hath turn'd my night to day; And all those heavenly joys restored, Which I had sinn'd away. 4 I wonder and adore: The grace is all divine: |