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GOD of unspotted purity,
Us, and our works, canst thou behold? Justly are they abhorr'd by thee,
Whose works are neither hot nor cold.
2 Better that we had never known The way to heaven, through saving grace, Than basely in our lives disown,
And slight and mock thee to thy face. 30 let us our own works forsake;
Ourselves and all we have deny: Thy condescending counsel take;
And come to thee, pure gold to buy. 40 may we through thy grace attain
The faith thou never wilt reprove;-
AVIOUR, I now with shame confess
4 Till throughly saved my new-born soul,
Lamenting the absence of the Spirit.
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Mourning departed joys.
SWEET was the time when first I felt
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
4 But now, when evening shade prevails,
5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail;
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
Heal my backslidings. JESUS, full of truth and grace,grace than
Yet once again I seek thy face; Open thine arms and take me in! And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.
Thou know'st the way to bring me back,My fallen spirit to restore; O! for thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more: he ruins of my soul repair, nd make my heart a house of prayer. Ah, give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at the' approach of sin; godly fear of sin impart; Implant and root it deep within, at I may dread thy gracious power, d never dare to' offend thee more.
Restore my peace.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?
4 Thine utmost mercy show;
Loss of first love.
THAT I were as heretofore, When, warm in my first love, I only lived my God to' adore, And seek the things above.
2 Upon my head his candle shone,
With cords of love he drew me on,
3 Far, far above all earthly things
I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings,
The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.
4 Where am I now? from what a height Of happiness cast down!
5 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
3 Shall guilty fears prevail
God's absence deprecated. THOU, whose mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye;2 See, thy throne of grace, A wretched wand'rer mourn: Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said,-Return?
5 On this benighted heart,
4 Absent from thee, my Light,
JESUS, friend of sinners, hear
12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. The deceitfulness of sin.