Thou only hast power to relieve

A sinner o'erwhel:n'd with his load;
The sense of acceptance to give,

And sprinkle his heart with thy blood! 2 With me if of old thou hast strove,

And strangely withheld me from sin;
And tried by the lure of thy love,

My worthless affections to win;
The work of thy mercy revive,

Thy utteripost mercy exert,
And kindly continue to strive,

And hold, till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known,

And sigh'd from myself to get free;
And groau'd the unspeakable groan,

And long'd to be happy in thee;
Fulfil the imperfect desire;

Thy peace to my conscience reveal,
The sense of thy favour inspire,

And give me my pardon to feel. 4 If when I had put thee to grief,

And madly to folly relurn'd,
"Thy pity hath been my relief,

And lifted me up as I mourn'd!
Most pitiful Spirit of grace,

Relieve me again, and restore
My spirit in holiness raise,

To fall and to suffer po more 5 If now I lament after God,

And gasp for a drop of thy love ;
If Jesus hath bought me with blood,

For me to receive from above;

Come, heavenly Comforter, come!
True witness of mercy divine,
And make me thy permanent home,
And seal me eternally thine!

Hymn 25. L. M.
TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Nor cast the sinper quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Tho' I have steel'd my stubborn heart,

And shaken off my guilty fears,
And vex'd and urg'd thee to depart,

For many days, and months, and years 3 Though I have most unfaithful been,

or all who e'er thy grace receiv'd, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,

Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. 4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,

lo honour of my great High Priest: Nor in thy righteous anger swear

T'exclude me from tby people's rest. á If yet thou canst my sins forgive,

From now, O Lord, relieve my woes,
Into thy rest of love receive,

And bless me with the calm repose. 6 From now my weary soul release,

Upraise me with ihy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,

And bring me to the promis'd land.

Hymn 26. P. M. TEARY of wand'ring from niy God,

1

I hear, and bow me to the rod :

For thee, not without bope, I mourn : I bave an Advocate above,

A friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace!

More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thive armuş and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal,

And love the faithless sinner still. 3 Thou knowest the way to bring me back,

My fallen spirit to restore: 0, for thy truth and mercy's sake,

Forgive, and bid me sin no more! The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer. 4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender beart,

That trembles at th' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart;

Implant and root it deep within! That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare t' offend thee more.

Hymn 27. P. M. 1 the baven of thy breast,

O Son of man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest,

Eor O! the storm is high :

Save me from the furions blast,

A covert from the tempest be!
Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast

The storm of sin I see.
2 Welcome as the water-spring

To a dry barren place;
O descend, on ne and bring

The sweet refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land

As a great rock extends its shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand,

And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress

Thou bast my succour been;
In my utter helplessness.

Restraining me from sin:
O how swiftly didst thou move

To save me in the trying hour;.
Still protect me with thy love,

And shield me with thy power, 4 First and last in me perform

The work thou hast begun :
Be my sbelter from the storm,

My shadow from the sun:
Let me hang upon my God,

Till I thy perfect glory see;
Till the sprinkling of thy blood
Shall speak me up to thee.

Hymn 28. L. M.

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Behold me not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book:

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2 Create my nature pure withiu,

And form my soul averse to sin :
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart;

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast oat and banish'd from thy sight,
Thy saving strength, O Lord, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,

His help and comfort still afford :
And let a wretch come near thy throne,

To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,

And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

And save the soul condemn'd to die.
6 Then will I teach the world thy ways,

Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,

And they shall praise a pard'oing God. 70 may thy love inspire my tongue,

Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness.

Hymn 29. C. M.

THAT I could my Lord receive, 10 Who gave his life that I might live

A life conceal'd in him! 30 that I could the blessing prove,

My heart's extreme desire;