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ORON. 6th P. M. (175)

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B By thy birth, and by thy tears; By thy hu - man griefs and fears; (By thy con flict in the hour Of the sub tle tempter's power,

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2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne-
Why beneath thy burdens groan ?
On his piercéd body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid;
Bow the knee,-embrace the Son-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom press’d,
Thou shalt be a child confess'd,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

395

Help or 1 perish.
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.
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Come, and welcome.

174-a. FROM the cross uplifted high,

Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravish'd ear:Love's redeeming work is done Come and welcome, sinner, come!

410 Now is the day of salvation. 174-6.
WHY
THY not now, my God, my God?

Ready if thou always art,
Make in me thy mean abode -

Take possession of my heart:
If thou canst so greatly bow,
Friend of sinners, why not now?
2 God of love, in this thy day,

For thyself to thee I cry;
Dying,—if thou still delay,

Must I not forever die ?
Enter now thy poorest home:
Now, my utmost Saviour, come.

HUTCHINSON. 3d P. M. (160)

13 E 1. Sa - viour, we know thou art In ev - ery age the same: Now,

dai - ly, thro' thy word, increase Thy blood - he - sprinkled wit

WILLOUGHBY. 4th P. M.

1. Come on, my partners in dis - tress, My com-rades through the wil-der-ness,

575 Prayer for power over temptation. 167-c. | 411 Pleading the Suriour's vicurious sacrifice. 164–6. HELP, Lord, to whom for help 1 fly,

PROSTRATE, with eyes of faith, I see And still my tempted soul stand by My Saviour nail'd upon the tree, Throughout the evil day;

For me a victim made; The sacred watchfulness impart,

Himself presenting to the skies And keep the issues of my heart,

The grand vicarious sacrifice, And stir me up to pray.

And on the altar laid. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm; 2 Well pleasing to our God above, In each approach of sin, alarm,

His sacrifice of life and love And show the danger near :

I plead before the throne: Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,

Father, a prodigal receive, And fill with godly jealousy

And bid a pardon'd rebel live,And sanctifying fear.

The purchase of thy Son. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, 1028

Thanksgiving in time of peace.
O let me see thy gath'ring frown,
And feel thy warning eye;

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NATION God delights to bless, And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,

Can all our raging foes distress, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink;

Or hurt whom they surround ? O save me, or I die.

Hid from the general scourge we are,

Nor see the bloody waste of war, 4 If near the pit I rashly stray,

Nor hear the trumpet's sound.
Before I wholly fall away,
The keen conviction dart;

2 O may we, Lord, the grace improve, Recall me by that pitying look,-.

By_lab’ring for the rest of love, That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke

The soul-composing power; Unfaithful Peter's heart.

Bless us with that internal peace,

And all the fruits of righteousness, 5 In me thine utmost mercy show,

Till time shall be no more.
And make me, like thyself below,
Unblamable in grace;

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The gift of faith.

165-u.
Ready prepared and fitted here,
By perfect holiness, to appear
Before thy glorious face.

To thee, who wouldst not have me die, But know the truth and live:

Open mine eyes to see thy face; 941 The pilgrim's happy lot.

Work in my heart the saving grace;

The life eternal give.
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TOW happy is the pilgrim's lot;
How free from every anxious thought,

2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan, From worldly hope and fear!

And blindly serve a God unknown, Confined to neither court nor cell,

Till thou the veil remove; His soul disdains on earth to dwell,

The gift unspeakable impart, He only sojourns here.

And write thy Name upon my heart,

And manifest thy love. 2 This happiness in part is mine, Already saved from low design,

3 I know the work is only thine; From every creature love;

The gift of faith is all divine;

But, if on thee we call,
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lighten'd of its load,

Thou wilt that gracious gift bestow,

And cause our hearts to feel and know And seeks the things above.

That thou hast died for all. 3 There is my house and portion fair;

4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in, My treasure and my heart are there,

Come unto thee, and rest from sin,-
And my abiding home;

The blessing seek and find :
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,

Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and liave; And Jesus bids me come.

Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save

Both me and all mankind. 4 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies; 5 Be it according to thy word ; I come to meet thee in the skies,

Now let me find my pard’ning Lord; And claim my heavenly rest !

Let what I ask be given: Soon will the pilgrim's journey end;

The bar of unbelief remove; Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Open the door of faith and love, Receive me to thy breast !

And let me into heaven.

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