2 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread An hardness o'er my heart; The stony shall depart; And let me feel thy foftning pow'r ; And bid me sin no more. And this will I require, Take ev'ry vain desire : Thine image to my foul restore ; To Jesus CHRIST, Known to thee are all my wants; I approach thee, dearest LORD, I thy love and pity, claim; Help, Lord, help me, very soon. Much corruption in my heart; 2; I ME 4 Break, o break this heart of stone; Form it for thy use alone; Build thy temple in my heart. 5 This be my support in need, That thou did it fo freely bleed; From thy bloody sacrifice. Comforts me when I am sick ; Well supplies my ev'ry want. 7 Saviour, to my heart be near, Exercise the shepherd's care ; 35: THE SA MER i G ROUND, O ground me on the Lamb, Other Saviours I disclaim ; my heart on thee to stay, I want more substancial food Jesus, and him crucify'di True ferenity of mind, 4. In thy presence may I dwell, Subject to thy holy will; Thy kind influence on me breathe ; And thy righteousness bring near. 6 Grant me still in grace to grow, While a pilgrim here below; I HYMN 36. ABSENCE FROM God. Contrition's humble figh; From forrow's weeping eye. A wretched wand'rer mourn; Haft thou not faid, Return? To drive me from thy feet? This only safe retreat. Thou read it my naked Peace. 4 Absent from thee, my guide, my 'light, Without one chearing ray, How defolace my way! With beams of mercy shine ; A taste of joys divine. Delights which never cloy; And my eternal joy. THE SAME. 37 1 D Ear Lord, attend my pray'r, And all my wants relieve That thou in me may'st live, 2 In weakness I draw nigh Unto the throne of grace: And-fill me with thy peace. 3 ; For liberty I groan ; I sigh in thee, my LORD, to reft, And worship thee alone. 4 Fain would I hate my sin, And ponder on thy love; Till all be sanctify'd within, And my whole heart's above. 5 If trials vex my mind, Close to thy wounds I'll fee ; No refuge but in thee. My poor and treinbłing foul; On thee for future grace depend, Who art my all in all. I HY MN 138we na MEEKNESS AND HUMILITY, LORD, if thou the grace impart , Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my Master be, Rooted in humility. Nothing would I féck below; Lowly both in heart and eye. Wean'd from all the world besides. + Father, fix my foul on thee; Ev'ry evil let me fee; |