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I'll go; it is a place of prayer,

In hope that God may meet me there. 2 How long did faithful Hanvah wait,

And sero'd the Lord for many years,
Attending at the teinple gate,

With fasting and with many tears?
She seldom left the house of prayer,

Till God was pleas'd to meet her there. 3 Then, O! my Lord, give me the power;

And like the saints, I'll watch for thee;
In earnest wait the joyful hour,

When thou shalt be reveal'd in me:
Now give the justifyin grace,

And, sav'd from sin, show me thy face. 4 Remove temptation, O my Lord;

And let miné enemies be slain,
Which would withdraw me from thy word,

And plunge me in the world again :
And always ready nay I stand,
To take my seat at thy right hand,

Hymn 187. L. M. Return unto thy rest, O my soul. Psalm exvi. 7. 1 ETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest,

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Another six days' work is done,

Another Sabbath is beguú. 2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assighs.

So sweet a rest to wearied miods,
Provides a blest forctaste of heaven,
On this day, more than all the seven:

3 O that our thoughts and thanks way rise,

As grateful incense to the skies :
And draw froin Christ that sweet repose,

Which none but he that feels it knows. 4 This heavenly calm within the breast,

is the best pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains,

The end of cares, the end of pains.
5 With joy, great God, thy works we scan,

Creation's scene, redemption's plar:
With praise we think on mercies past,

With hope we future pleasures taste. 6 In holy duties let the day, '

In holy comforts pass away ;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
lo hope of one that ne'er shall end !

Return; ye bachsliding children, and I will heal

your backslidings. Jer. iii. 22.

Hymn 188. L. M. According to the multitude of thy tender

mercies. Psalm li. 1.

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Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinaer trust in thee?

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2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass

Tlie pow'r and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,

So let thy pard'oing lore be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin !

Aud nake isy guilty conseieuce clean!
Here on my heart the burden lies,

And past offences pain my eyes
4 My lips with shame my sins confers,

Against thy law, against thy race:
Lord, should tuy judgments grow severe,

I am condemn'd, but thou art elear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath!

I must pronounce Thee just in death:
Aad if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

W'hose hope, stilt bov'ring round ihy word,
Would light on soice sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Hymn 189. L. M.
But if the salt have lost its savour, wher'etoith

shalt it be salted ? Matt, v, 13.
H! Lord, with trembling I confess,

A gracious soul may fall froin grace ;
The salt

may lose its seas'ning, power, Aud never, never find it more! 2 Lest that my fearful case should be,

Fach moment knit my soul to thee:

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And lead me to the mount above,

Through the low vale of humble love. 3 Fountain of true felicity,

Eternal God, spring up in me;
And fill'd with life, and love, and pow'r,
My heart shall never wander more:

Hymn 190. P. M. Is his mercy clean gone for cver? doth his promise fail for evermore? Psalm lxxvii. 8.

EPTH of mercy! can there he

Can my God his wrath forbear?

Me, the chief of sioners, spare ?
2 I have long withstood his grace:

Long provok'd bim to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls; 15**

Griev'd bim by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled his relentings are,

Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, " How shall I give thee up?"

Lets the listed thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands :

Shows bis wounds and spreads his hands
God is love! I know, I feel!

Jesus weeps and loves me still! 5 Jesus, answer from above;

Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget? 1,7
Suffer me to kiss thy feet?.

6 Now incline me to cerent!

Let me pow my fall lament!
Now my foul revolt deplore!
Weep, believe, add sin no more,

Hymn 191. P. M.
I will hear what God the Lord will speak; for

he will speak peace unto his people. Psalm
1xxxv. 8.
I the Lord

Will say concerniog ide;
Hast thou not a gracious word

For one who waits for thee?
Speak it to my soul, that I

May in thaee bave peace and pow'r;
Never from my Saviour fly,

And never grieve thee more. 2 0 thou meek and gentle Lamb!

Fury is not in thee;.
Thou contingest still the same,

And still thy grace is free;
Still thine arms are open wide,

Wretched sinners to receive;
Thou hast once for sipners dicd.

That all may turn and live. 3 Lo! I take thee at thy word,

My foolishness I mourn:
Unto thee, wy bleeding Lord,

However late, I turn:
Yes; 1 yield, I yield at last,

Listen to thy speakiog blood,
Me, with all my sins, 1 oast

On my atopjog God!

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