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LVII. The broken Heart. S. M.
ESCEND) my gracious God,
me That precious blessing, bought with blood, A new, and broken heart.
From Thee I wander, Lord, Which causes me much smart; Reclaim me by thy pow'rful word,
And give a broken heart.
To mourn my follies done,
And better act my part;
A new, a broken heart.
O keep me near thy side,
(I'm prone from Thee to start,) And let thy Spirit, Lord, abide Within
And never more depart:
And heal my broken heart.
Fain would I view thy bright abode,
And love, and wonder, and adore.
Spirit of peace, immortal dove,
Here let thy gentle influence reign; Come fill my soul with heav'nly love,
And all the graces of thy train.
Descend with all thy sacred light,
Thine active zeal, thy joy sincere, And hope, in radiant glories bright, Descend, and make thy dwelling here.
Not corn, nor oil, nor richest wine ;
Or yield me pleasures fo divine.
Bleft with thy presence I could meet
Death, though in all its terrors drelt; Nor while I taste a joy so sweet,
One fear disturb my peaceful breast.
Come then--or bid my longing soul
To those celestial manfions foar, Where endless years of pleasure roll,
Nor fall I mourn thine absence more.
LIX. Waiting upon God. L. M.
HOU loving Jesus, dearest Lord,
Whose favours endless joys afford,
And fill the mind with peace and love,
In pity to my soul descend
And chase these heavy glooms away:
Which leads to happiness and Thee;
Till I attain felicity.
There, where the blest, unnumber'd throng,
Froin earth redeem'd by precious blood, Proclaim thy love in sweetest song, And praise Thee as their Şov'reign Good,
V. I'd spend a long eternity,
From sin and melancholy free; And with increasing plealure fing,
Th’unbounded glories of
LX, For a renewed Heart. P. M.
my , How very apt from Thee to flray! Just like a broken bow I start,
And nature strives to bear the sway:
Forbid, my Lord, each vain desire,
And bind my passions to thy cross;
And bid me count my gain but lofs :
Grace, grace shall wipe away my tears,
And speak the tempest to a calm;
And prove a never-failing balm:
Henceforth I'd serve Thee, if Thou'lt please
To gird me with a heav'nly pow'r; I'd ling the glories of thy grace,