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From Wolfgang A. Mozart, 1756-1791.

SUPPLICATION.

L. M.

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(616.) 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But thou dost all my anguish see;
O God! be merciful to me!

1 OH! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away,
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart, of mine!

2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord! an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
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.
5 But something yet can do the deed;
And, Lord! that something much I need;
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,

And move, and melt this heart of mine. Joseph Hart, 1762.

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1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit! stay,
Though I have done thee such despite ;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness
grieved;

3 Yet, Oh! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;
Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear
T'exclude me from thy people's rest.
4 Now, Lord! my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
Charles Wesley, 1749.

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ARMENIA.

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1 ОH! that thou wouldst, the heavens rent, In majesty come down ;

Stretch out thine arm omnipotent,

And seize me for thine own!

2 Descend, and let thy lightning burn
The stubble of thy foe:

My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn,
And make the mountains flow.

3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide,
And curb my headstrong will;
Thou only canst drive back the tide,
And bid the sun stand still.

4 What, though I cannot break my chain,
Or e'er throw off my load?
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.

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4 Almighty grace! thy healing power, How glorious, how divine!

That can, to life and bliss, restore
So vile a heart as mine!

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour! I adore;

Oh! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

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1 0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye!

2 See low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn :
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-"Return?"
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!

4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light! Without one cheering ray,

[night,

Through dangers, fears, and gloomy
How desolate my way!

5 Ob! shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joy divine.

Anne Steele, 1760.

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1 APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh:

Thou callést burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him-"Thou hast died."

5 Oh! wondrous love,- to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name!

316.

John Newton, 1779.

The Friend of Sinners.

1 JESUS! thou art the sinner's friend; As such I look to thee;

Now, in the fullness of thy love,

O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,—
Remember Calváry;

Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty-I am vile,
But thy salvation 's free;
Then, in thine all abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

5 And, when I close my eyes in death,
When creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer God!
I pray, remember me.

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1 O GOD of mercy! hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace ;
Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

(623.) 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin could e'er atone:

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul, oppressed with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise;
An humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

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Isaac Watts, 1719.

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Tears should, from both my weeping eyes,
In ceaseless torrents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;

T is sin, alas! with tyrant power,
The lodging has possessed;
And crowds of traitors bar the door,
Against the heavenly guest.

4 Lord! rise in thine all-conquering grace,
Thy mighty power display;
One beam of glory from thy face
Can drive my foes away.

5 Ye dangerous inmates! hence depart;
Dear Saviour! enter in,

And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

320.

Anne Steele, 1760.

Inconstancy deplored.

No tears, but those which thou hast shed, 1 WITH tears of anguish I lament,

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.

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Here at thy feet, my God!
My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false, as mine has been-
So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin?

(627.)

(625.) 3 How long, dear Saviour! shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

4 Break, sovereign grace! Oh! break the
And set the captive free;

Reveal, almighty God! thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.

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Samuel Stennett, 1787.

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Sinful though my heart may be ; Thou might'st curse me, but the rather Let thy mercy light on me,

Even me, &c.

3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour! Let me love and cling to thee; I am longing for thy favor;

When thou comést, call for me,-
Even me, &c.

4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,

Speak the word of power to me,
Even me, &c.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh! forgive and rescue me,-

Even me, &c.

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322.

Elizabeth Codner, 1860.

Self-Consecration.

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1 TAKE me, O my Father! take me, Take me, save me, through thy Son; That, which thou wouldst have me, make

me,

Let thy will in me be done.

2 Long from thee my footsteps straying,
Thorny proved the way I trod :
Weary come I now, and praying-
Take me to thy love, my God!

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling,
Humbly I confess my sin;
At thy feet, O Father! falling,
To thy household take me in.
4 Freely now to thee I proffer
This relenting heart of mine;
Freely, life and soul I offer-

Gift unworthy love like thine,
5 Once the world's Redeemer dying
Bore our sins upon the tree;
On that sacrifice relying,

Now I look in hope to thee.

6 Father! take me; all forgiving, Fold me to thy loving breast ;

In thy love for ever living,

I must be for ever blest!

Ray Palmer, 1865.

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