There afford us, Lord, a taste,

Of our everlasting feast. 61

The Evil Heart. (s. M.)
ASTONISH'D and distress'd,

I turn'd mine eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt opprest;

The seat of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,

What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,

Pride, envy, slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saints,

These tyrant lusts subdue;
Expel the darkness of my mind,

And all my powers renew. 4 This done, my cheerful voice

Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,

My lips proclaim thy praise. 62

The Penitent. (c, M.) 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet

A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards to the mercy seat

Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence:

Stay, stay the vengeful storm:
Forbid it that Omnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm!

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes

In ceaseless torrents flow. 4. But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;
No tears but those which thou hast shed;

No blood, but thou hast spilt.
5. Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord!

And all my sins forgive;
Justice will well approve the word

That bids the sinner live. 63

The Request. (c. M.) 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise: 2 “Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

" From every murmur free; “The blessings of thy grace impart,

" And make me live to thee: 3 “Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,

My life and death attend; “Thy presence thro' my journey shine,

“ And crown my journey's end." 64

(L. M.) The Christian's noblest resolution. 1 O WRETCHED souls, who strive in vain,

Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin !

A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win. 2 May I resolve with all my heart,

With all my powʻrs to serve the Lord, Nor from his precepts e'er depart,

Whose service is a rich reward. 3 Oh, be his service all my joy,

Around let my example shine,
Till others love the bless'd employ,

And join in labours so divine.
4 Oh, may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wand'ring leave his sacred ways;
Great God, accept my soul's desire,

And give me strength to live thy praise, 65

Penitential. 1 0 THAT my load of sin were gone!

O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down!

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find;

Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God,

Thy light and easy burden prove,

The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,

The labour of thy dying love. 5 I would; but thou must give the power;

My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace. 6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let thy chariot wheels delay: Appear in my poor heart, appear;

My God, my Saviour, come away! 66

The Pleasures of Religion. (7's.) 1 'TIS religion that can give

Sweetest pleasures while we live; 'Tis religion must supply

Solid comfort when we die. 2 After death, its joys will be

Lasting as eternity!
Be the living God my friend,

Then my bliss shall never end. 67

God benevolent and merciful. (c. M.)
1 THY ceaseless care, thy boundless love,

Unmerited and free,
Delights our evil to remove,

And cure our misery.
2 Thou waitest to be gracious still;

Thou dost with sinners bear;
That, sav’d, we may thy goodness feel,

And all thy grace declare.

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3 Thy goodness and thy truth, to me,

To every soul abound; A vast unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reaclı,

So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,

Enough for evermore,
5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are;

A rock which cannot move:
A thousand promises declare

Thy constancy of love.
6 Throughout the universe it reigns,

Unalterably sure;
And, while the truth of God remains,

His goodness must endure. 68

Death and Judgment. (c. M.) 1 THE day approaches, O my soul!

The great decisive day,
Which from the verge of mortal life

Shall bear thee far away.
2 Another day more awful dawns,

And, lo, the Judge appears;
Ye heav'ns, retire before his face,

And sink, ye darken'd stars.
3 Yet does one short preparing hour,

One precious hour remain:
Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy pow'r,

Nor let it pass in vain.