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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

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No peace but in the favour of God.

WHERE is now that glowing love
Our hearts were fix'd on things above,

Nor could the world a joy afford. 2 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 seasons, spent

In fellowship with him we loved 1 The sacred joy, the sweet content,

The blessedness that then we proved! 4 Behold, again we turn to thee;

o, cast us not away, though vile : No peace we have, no joy we see,

O‘Lord our God, but in thy smile. 859

The spirit of the ancient worthies. O

FOR that flame of living fire,

Which shone so bright in saints of old;
Which bade their souls to heaven aspire,

Calm in distress, in danger ould.
% Wbere is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
In Abrah’m's breast, and seald him thine!
Which made Paul's heart with sorrow mell,

And glow with energy divine

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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 !
4 Is not thy grace as mighty now

As when Elijah felt its power;
When glory beam'd from Moses' brow,

Or Job endured the trying hour!
5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days;

Renew thy work; thy grace restore;
And while to thee our hearts we raise,
On us thy Holy Spirit pour.
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Broken vows lamented.
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GODI how often hath thine ear

To me in willing mercy bow'd;
While, worshipping thine altar near,

Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd :
But ah! the feebleness of man!
Have I not vow'd and wept in vain 1
2 Return, O Lord of Hosts, return!

Behold thy servant in distress;
My faithlessness again I mourn;

Again forgive iny faithlessness;
And to thine arms of mercy take,
And bless me for the Saviour's sake.
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The warning voice of Jesus.
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ARACIOUS Redeemer, shake

This slumber from my soul!
Say to me now,-Awake, awake!

And Christ shall make thee whole.
2 Lay to thy mighty hand;

Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand

The thunder of thy power.

3 Give me on thee to call,

Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall,

And cast my shield Away. 4 For each 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;
When to the right or left I turn,

Thy voice still let me hear :6 Cone back! this is the way;

Come back, and walk therein; O may I hearken and obey,

And shun the paths of sin. 862

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'TIS enough, my God, my God!

Here let me give my wand'rings o'er:
No longer trample on thy blood,

And grieve thy gentleness no more ;
No more thy ling'ring anger move,
Or sin against thy light and love.
9 O Lord, if mercy is with thee,

Now let it unto me be shown;
To me, the chief of sinners, me,

Who humbly for thy mercy groan:
Me to thy Father's grace restore,
Nor let me ever grieve thee more.
8 Fountnin of unexhausted love,

of infinite compassion,-bear : My Savinur, and my Prince above,

Once more in my behalf appear: Repentance, faith, and pardon give : O let me turn again and live!

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Faint, yet pursuing.
S pants the hart for cooling streams,

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So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God--the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine ;
0, when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine !
8 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord, wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,

And none more blest than I.
4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul!

Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,

Thy Saviour, and thy King.
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I shall be satisfied when I awake in thy likeness
JESUS, the all-restoring Word,

My fallen spirit's hope,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,

Ah! when shall I wake up!
2 Thou, O my God, thou only art

The Life, the Truth, the Way;
Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,

My sinking footsteps stay.
8 Of all thou hast in earth below,

In heaven above, to give,
Give me thy only love to know,-

In thee to walk and live.
4 Fill me with all the life of love;

In mystic union join
Me to thyself, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

5 Open the intercourse between

Ny longing soul and thee, Never to be broke off again

To all eternity. 865

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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:
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord,

I lift my helpless heart.
3 Thou seest my troubled breasty

The strugglings of my will, The foes that interrupt my rest,

The agonies I feel. 4 O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace; ? I know thou runst; pronounce the word,

And bid the tempest cease. 5 I long to see thy face;

Thy Spirit I implore,
The living water of thy grace,

That I may thirst no more. 866

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Danger of final apostasy.
H! Lord, with trembling I confess,
The salt may lose its sens'ning power,
And never, never find it more.
2 Lest that my fearful case should be,
Each inoment knit my soul to thee;
Aud lead me to the mount above,
Through the low vale of humble love.

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