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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.

S. M.



Humble confession.
TN sorrow I lament,
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!

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4 Break thou, O break the charm,

And set the captive free:
Reveal, greut God, thy mighty arm,

And haste to rescue me.

L. M.
Condemned, but pleading the promises.
SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Are not thy mercies large and free!
May not a sinner trust in thee!
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound, -
So let thy pard’ning love be found.
3 0 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
$ Should sudden vengeance seize my breath
I must pronounce thee just, in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

C. M.
Self loathed; Christ exalted.
COULD I lose myself in thee,
Thy depth of mercy prove,

Thou vast, unfathomable sea

Of unexhausted love.

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2 My humbled soul, when thou art near,

In dust and ashes lies:
How shall a sinful worm appear,

Or meet thy purer eyes!
3 I loathe myself when God I see,

And into nothing fall; Content if thou exalted be,

And Christ be all in all. 400

S. M.
The only expiation.

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PROSTRATE at Jesus' feet,

And upward to the mercy-beat,

Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 Will justice frown me hence!

Stay, Lord, the vengeful storm; Forbid it, that Onnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should, from both my weeping eyes,

In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But tears I will not plead

To expiate my guilt;
No tears, but those which thou hast shed, -

No blood, but thou hast spilt. 5 Think of thy sorrows, Lord !

And all my sins forgive;
Then justice will approve the word

That bids the sinner live.
Knocking at the door of mercy.

, And knock at mercy's door; With heavy heart, and downcast eye,

Thy favour we implore.

C. M.

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2 Without thy grace, we sink oppress'd,

Down to the gates of hell;
O give our troubled spirits rést, -

Our gloomy fears dispel.
3 Tis mercy, mercy, now we plead;

Let thy compassion move;
Mercy, that led thee once to bleed,

In tenderness and love.
4 In mercy, now, for Jesus' sake,

O God, our sins forgive;
Tby grace our stubborn hearts can break,

And, breaking, bid us live.

8th P. M. 4 lines 78, Tith thee there is mercy. SOV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all,

Prostrate at thy feet I fall;
Hear, 0 hear, my ardent cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die.
2 Vilest of the sons of men,-
Worst of rebels, I have been;
Oft abused thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace,
8 Justly might thy vengeful dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might thy kindled ire
Send me to eternal fire.
4 But with thee is mercy found, -
Balm to heal my every wound
Soothe, O soothe this troubled breast,
Give the weary wand'rer rest.

5th P. M. 4 lines 78 Mercy for the chief of sinners. DEPTH of mercy! can there be

Mercy still reserved for me!
Can my God his wrath forbear!
Me, the chief of sinners, spare!

? I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more,
4. Kindled his relentings are ;
Me be now delights to spare;
Cries, How shall. I give ihee up!
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
5 There for me the Saviour standa ;
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands;
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.


C. M.

Unwearied earnestness,

FATHER, 1 stretch my hands to thee;

If thou withdraw thyself from me,

Ah! whither shall'1 go!
2 What did thine only Son endure,

Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour, to secure

My soul from endless death! 3 O Jesus, could I this believe,

I now should feel thy power; And all my wants thou wouldst relieve,

lu tiris accepted hour.
4 Anthor of faith! to thee I lift

My weary, longing eyes :
O lei me now receive that gift, --

My soul without it dies.

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