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6 But I of means have made my boast;
of means an idol made: The spirit in the letter lost,
The substance, in the shade. 1 Where Am I now, or what my hope !
What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:
'Tis thou must make it new. 858
to Our hearts were fix'd on things above,
Nor could the world a joy afford. 4 Where is the zeal that led us then
To make our Saviour's glory known! That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eye on him alone! 8 Where are the happy sensons, spent
In fellowship with him we loved ! The sacred joy, the sweet content,
The blessedness that then we proved! 4 Behold, Again we tum to thee;
o, cast us not away, though vilo: No peace we have, no joy we see,
OʻLord our God, but in thy smile. 859
Which shone so bright in saints of old;
Calm in distress, in danger old.
Avd glow with energy divine
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 !
As when Elijah felt its power;
Or Job endured the trying hour!
Renew thy work; thy grace restore;
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To me in willing mercy bow'd;
Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd':
Behold thy servant in distress;
Again forgive iny faithlessness;
And Christ shall make thee whole.
Alarm me in this hour;
3 Give me on thee to call,-
Always to watch and pray, Lest 1 into temptation fall,
And cast my shield away. 4 For ench 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;
Thy voice still let me hear : 6 Conre back! this is the way;
Come back, and walk therein; O may I hearken and obey,
And shun the paths of sin. 862
1st P. M. 6 lines 86. Pleading for restoring grace. 0
"TIS enough, my God, my God!
Here let nie give my wand'rings o'er: No longer trample on thy blood,
And grieve thy gentleness no more;
Now let it unto me be shown;
Who humbly for thy merey groan:
of infinite compassion, -hear : My Saviour, and my Prince above,
Once more in my behalf appear: Repentance, faith, and pardon givo: O let me turn again and live!
And thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine ;
Thou Majesty divine !
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh;
And none more blest than 1,
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
Thy Saviour, and thy King.
JESUS, the all-restoring Word,
Ah! when shall I wake up!
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
My sinking footsteps stay.
In heaven above, to give,
In thee to walk and live.
In mystic union join
5 Open the intercourse between My longing soul and thee, Never to be broke off again
To all eternity. 865
Restore my peace.
And may I still draw near! Then listen to the plaintive sound
Oi a poor sinner's prayer, 2 Jesus, thine aid afford,
If still the same thou art:
I lift my helpless heart.
The strugglings of my will, The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel. 4 O my offended Lord,
Restore my inward pence;
And bid the tempest cease. 5 I long to see thy face;
Thy Spirit I implore,
That I may thirst no more. 866
A gracious soul may fall from grace;