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6 But I of means have made my boast;
7 Where am I now, or what my hope?
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:
No peace but in the favour of God.
To make our Saviour's glory known?
And kept our eye on him alone?
O, cast us not away, though vile:
The spirit of the ancient worthies.
2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
And glow with energy divine?—
3 That Spirit, which from age to age Proclaim'd thy love, and taught thy ways? Brighten'd Isaiah's vivid page,
And breathed in David's hallow'd lays? 4 Is not thy grace as mighty now As when Elijah felt its power; When glory beam'd from Moses' brow, Or Job endured the trying hour? 5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days; Renew thy work; thy grace restore; And while to thee our hearts we raise, On us thy rit pour.
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Broken vows lamented. GOD! how often hath thine ear To me in willing mercy bow'd; While, worshipping thine altar near, Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd: But ah! the feebleness of man! Have I not vow'd and wept in vain? 2 Return, O Lord of Hosts, return! Behold thy servant in distress; My faithlessness again I mourn ;
Again forgive my faithlessness; And to thine arms of mercy take, And bless me for the Saviour's sake.
The warning voice of Jesus.
2 Lay to thy mighty hand;
3 Give me on thee to call,Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall,
And cast my shield away. 4 For each assault prepared,
And ready may I be;
Come back, and walk therein;
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Pleading for restoring grace. "TIS enough, my God, my God! Here let me give my wand'rings o'er: No longer trample on thy blood, And grieve thy gentleness no more; No more thy ling'ring anger move, Or sin against light and love. 2 O Lord, if mercy is with thee,
Now let it unto me be shown;
Who humbly for thy mercy groan:
Of infinite compassion,-hear: My Saviour, and my Prince above,
Once more in my behalf appear: Repentance, faith, and pardon give: O let me turn again and live!
Faint, yet pursuing.
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
2 For thee, my God-the living God,
3 I sigh to think of happier days,
4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
I shall be satisfied when I awake in thy likeness.
JESUS, the all-restoring Word,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,
Ah! when shall I wake up?
My sinking footsteps stay.
3 Of all thou hast in earth below,
4 Fill me with all the life of love;
Me to thyself, and let me prove
5 Open the intercourse between
Restore my peace.
AND wilt thou yet be found,
2 Jesus, thine aid afford,
If still the same thou art:
3 Thou seest my troubled breast,
4 0 my offended Lord,
Restore my inward peace; I know thou canst; pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease.
5 I long to see thy face;
Danger of final apostasy.
The salt may lose its seas'ning power,
2 Lest that my fearful case should be,