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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.

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Prisoner of hope.

C. M.

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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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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;

S. M.

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.

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The Sun of righteousness.

SUN of righteousness, arise
With healing in thy wing;

To my diseased, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.

C. M.

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.

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 I can but perish if I go—
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

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PENITENTIAL.

To whom should we go?

H! whither should I

go,

S. M.

Burden'd, and sick, and faint?

To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint?

My Saviour bids me come;

Ah! why do I delay ?

He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.

2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part,Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart?

Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.

3 I now believe, in thee,
Compassion reigns alone;
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove. Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

2 My God! O could I make the claim--
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.

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Humble confession.

N sorrow I lament,

Before thy feet, my God,

S. M

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?

3 Appear, and my sorrow shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace,-
The Rock that is higher than I.

4 0 enter this desolate heart,Then rule o'er the heart thou hast won; Nor again in thine anger depart,

But make it forever thy throne.

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Timely penitence.

C. M.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I view my Maker face to face,—
O how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:-

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear?

4 0 may my broken, contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament;

And early, with repentant tears,
Eternal wo prevent.

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
To give those sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,

Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

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