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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,
With fasting and with many tears?
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;
When thou shalt be reveal'd in me:
And, sav'd from sin, show me thy face. 4 Remove temptation, O my Lord;
And let miné enemies be slain,
And plunge me in the world again :
Hymn 187. L. M. Return unto thy rest, O my soul. Psalm exvi. 7. 1 ETURN, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
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,
3 O that our thoughts and thanks way rise,
As grateful incense to the skies :
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.
Creation's scene, redemption's plar:
With hope we future pleasures taste. 6 In holy duties let the day, '
In holy comforts pass away ;
your backslidings. Jer. iii. 22.
Hymn 188. L. M. According to the multitude of thy tender
mercies. Psalm li. 1.
Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinaer trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
Tlie pow'r and glory of thy grace;
So let thy pard'oing lore be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin !
Aud nake isy guilty conseieuce clean!
And past offences pain my eyes
Against thy law, against thy race:
I am condemn'd, but thou art elear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath!
I must pronounce Thee just in death:
W'hose hope, stilt bov'ring round ihy word,
Hymn 189. L. M.
shalt it be salted ? Matt, v, 13.
A gracious soul may fall froin grace ;
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:
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;
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 ?
Long provok'd bim to his face;
Griev'd bim by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled his relentings are,
Me he now delights to spare;
Lets the listed thunder drop.
Shows bis wounds and spreads his hands
Jesus weeps and loves me still! 5 Jesus, answer from above;
Is not all thy nature love?
6 Now incline me to cerent!
Let me pow my fall lament!
Hymn 191. P. M.
he will speak peace unto his people. Psalm
Will say concerniog ide;
For one who waits for thee?
May in thaee bave peace and pow'r;
And never grieve thee more. 2 0 thou meek and gentle Lamb!
Fury is not in thee;.
And still thy grace is free;
Wretched sinners to receive;
That all may turn and live. 3 Lo! I take thee at thy word,
My foolishness I mourn:
However late, I turn:
Listen to thy speakiog blood,
On my atopjog God!