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Us, and our works, canst thou behold!
Whose works are neither hot nor cold. 2 Better that we had never known
The way to heaven, through saving grace, Than basely in our lives disown,
And slight and inock thee to thy face.
Ourselves and all we have deny:
And come to thee, pure gold to buy.
The faith thou never wilt reprove ;
The faith that always works by love.
My thirst for creature happiness;
4 Till throughly saved my new-born soal,
A calm and heavenly frame;
That leads me to the Lantb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord ! Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word !
How sweet their mem'ry still!
The world can never fill.
Sweet inessenger of rest:
And drove thee from my breast.
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb.
The Saviour's purd'ning blood
2 Soon as the morn the light reveald,
His praises tuned my tongue ;
His love was all my song.
And saw his glory shine ;-
I call'd each promise mine.
My soul in darkness mourns ;
No light to me returns.
O make my soul thy care;
Let me that mercy share.
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More full of grace than I of sin,
Open thine arms and take me in!
My fallen spirit to restore :
Forgive, and bid me sin no more
That trembles at the approach of sin;
Implant and root it deep within,
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JESUS! full of grace,
To thee I make my moan : Let me again behold thy face
Call home thy banish'd one. 2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And bid me sin no more.
Speak, and my soul shall live; Forgive,-my gasping spirit cries
Say to my drooping soul,
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When, warm in my first love,
And seek the things above.
And, lavish of his grace,
And half unveil'd his face.
Triumphantly I rode;
And found, and talks with God.
of happiness cast down! The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.
5 0 God, thou art my home, my rést,
For which I sigh in pain ;
My Eden how regain !
THOU, whose mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh ;
From sorrow's weeping eye;-
A wretched wand'rer mun :
Hast thou not said,-Return!
To drive me from thy feet!
This only safe retreat.
Without one cheering ray,-
How desolate my way!
With beans of mercy shine ;
A taste of joy divine.
The deceitfulness of sin.
Yet once again, I pray;
For I have naught to pay:
A poor backsliding soul restore;
And bid mo sin no more.