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4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer; But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 I can but perish if I go-
To whom should we go?
He calls the weary sinner home,
2 What is it keeps me back,
Thy trying power display;
Compassion reigns alone;
Which thou wouldst fain remove:
The sinner's only hope.
How in thy purer eyes appear?
Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain. 4 Who would himself to thee approve, Must take the path thyself hast show'd; Justice pursue, and mercy love,
And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone: Though I to thee the whole resign,
I only give thee back thine own. 6 Guilty I stand before thy face; On me I feel thy wrath abide; 'Tis just the sentence should take place; 'Tis just, but O, thy Son hath died?'
10th P. M. 4 lines 88.
The Rock that is higher than I.
And plunge me again in the deep.
3 Appear, and my sorrow'shall cease;
4 0 enter this desolate heart,—
WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,-
4 0 may my broken, contrite heart,
5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
6 For never shall my soul despair
Who knows thine only Son hath died
Only by faith.
LORD, I despair myself to heal;
I see my
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
4 Speak, gracious Lord,-my sickness cure,
Though all my simpleness I own,
Helpless, in sin and misery.
HOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave,
3 Lord, I am sick,-my sickness cure:
4 Lord, I am blind,-be thou my sight:
Importunate supplication. YOD of my life, what just return
I only live my sin to mourn: To love my God I only live. 2 To thee, benign and saving Power, I consecrate my lengthen'd days; While, mark'd with blessings, every hour Shall speak thy co-extended praise. 3 Be all my added life employ'd
Thine image in my soul to see: Fill with thyself the mighty void;
Enlarge my heart to compass thee. 4 The blessing of thy love bestow;
For this my cries shall never fail ;
5 Come, then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord,
9th P. M. 87, 87.
The true Light.
IGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Come, and, by thyself revealing,
2 Thou, new heaven and earth's Creator,