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minn 93. C. M.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean ; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Psalm li. 7. ] MY
Y God, my God, to thee I cry,
Thee only would I know;
And wash me white as snow.
Purge my iniquity :
I have no part in thee.
Answer, if mine thoa art!
And cheer my drooping heart. 4 Behold, for me the victim bleeds,
His wounds are open wide ;
Hymn 94. L. M.
Lam. iji. 26.
To thee, her source, my spirit Alics:
O let thy presence set me free!
With thy meek lowliness to fill!
3 And well I know thy tender love,
Thou never canst unfaithful prove;
Pleased from myself to set me free.
And sav'st me from the fowler's snare. 5 Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell :
Leads me, where peace and safety reign. 6 One only care my soul shall know,
Father, all thy commands to do;
Hymn 95. L. M.
give you a heart of flesh. Ezek. xxxvi. 26. 10
To take this stubborn heart away, And thaw with beams of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine! 2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quakc:
The seas can roar; the mountains shake;
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
O Lord, an adamant would melt;
Sanctification of Believers, &c. 87, 4 Thy judgments too, unmoved I hear, .'
(Amazing thought!) which devils fear, Goodness and wrath in vain combine,
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
And that blest something much I need;
ON THE SANCTIFICATION OF BE: LIEVERS, AND GOSPEL PERFEC
cation. 1 Thess. iv. 3.
Hymn 96. P. M.
Humbly we our seal set to,
Bud and blossom as the rose. 2 Ye that tremble at his frown,
He shall list your hands cast down;
Ye of fearful hearts, be strong,
Jesus is unchangeable.
Quell your foes, and seal their doom ; • He shall come, and save you too:
We, O Lord, have found thee trae!
Lame; and lo! we leap for joy 4 Faint we were, and pareh'd with drought
Water at thy word gush'd out:
Fix the Spirit in our soul.
Open for thyself a way;
Till he feels the cleansing blooda 6 Jesus, mighty to redeem,
Let our lot be cast with them;
Leave us not below to mourn,
Far above these nether skies.
Wipe the tears from every face!
Hymn 97. P. M.
is poured into thy lips.' Psalm xlv. 2. 0:
JESUS, source of calm repose,
T'hy like, nor man nor angel knows, Fairest among ten thousand fair! E'en those whom death's sad fetters bound, Whom thickest darkness compass round,
Find light and life if thou appear. 2 Renew thine image, Lord, in me, Lowly and gentle may I be;
No charms but these to thee are dear:
But faith and heaven-born peace be there