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LIII. Power of the Redeemer's looks. P. M.


ESUS, let thy pitying eye

Call back a wand'ring sheep: False to thee like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep:
Let me be by grace restor’d,

On me be all long-luff’ring shown,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break


heart of stone!


Saviour! Prince! enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me through thy dying love,

The humble contrite heart:
Give me what I've long implor'd,
A portion of thy love unknown

Turn, &c.


See me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die:
Life, and happiness, and love,

Drop froin thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down

Turn, &c.

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ESUS, Friend of sinners, hear

A feeble creature pray:
From iny debt of fin set clear

For I have nought to pay.
Speak, O speak my kind release;

A poor backsliding soul restore:
Love me freely, seal iny peace,

And bid me weep no more,
Though my fins as inountains rise,

And swell, and reach to heav'n,
Mercy is above the skies,

And I Ihall stand forgiv'n:
Mighty is my guilt's increase,

But greater is thy mercy's fore!
Love me freely, &c.



From th' oppressive sense of fin

My fruggling spirit free:
Blood and righteousness divine

Can rescue even me!
Holy Spirit shed thy grace,
And let me feel the soft'ning show'ri


Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me weep no more.

LV. In distress of Soul. P. M.



ESU, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest fill is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, bide,

Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide,

Oh receive my soul at last!


Other refuge have 1 none,

Hangs my helpless foul on Thee; Leave, Oh! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on Thee is ftay'd,

All mine help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

Boundless love in Thee I find:

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness: Vile and full of fin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.


Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my fin; Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.


LVI. Wrestling Jacob. 75.


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AY, I cannot let Thee go,

Till a blessing Thou bestow; Do not turn away Thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing cafe.


Dost Thou ask me, who I am?
Ah, my Lord, Thou know'st my name!
Yet the question gives a plea,
To support my suit with Thee.

Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold;
Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy,
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.


Once a finner near despair,
Sought thy mercy-seat by pray’r;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.


Many years have pass’d since then,
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could hold me up but Thou?


Thou hast help'd in every need,
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy paft,
Canst Thou let me link at last ?

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