4 Behold, I fall before thy face, My only refuge is thy grace; The leprosy lies deep within. Hath pow'r sufficient to atone ; No other thing can cleanse me so. 6 While gụilt disturbs and breaks my peace, 2. Nor flesh, 'nor soul hath rest or ease; LORD, let me hear thy pard’ning voice, And make my broken heart rejoice. HYMN 11 51. THE SAME. LORD, I would spread my fore diftress And guilt before thine eyes ; How high my crimes arife! Unholy, and unclean ; my original is shame, And all my nature sin. Contagion with my breath; . Visuus vaid vii 4 Cleanfe me, O LORD, and chear my soul With thy forgiving love; my sins remove. Nor drive me from thy face; And fill it with thy grace. Before the sons of men ; And turn to God again. H Y MN 52. FOR SERIOUSNESS. T Hou God of glorious majesty! cry: Alinner born to die. Secure insensible! Or shuts me up in hell, 3 O God, mine inmost soul convert ! Eternal things impress; And 'wake to righteousnefs. 4 Before me place in dread array, When thou with clouds shalt come, To meet a joyful doom! My future bliss t ensure ! Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure: 6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from the vale, to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in fight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. HY MN HY MN 53 THE VOICE OF CHRIST. H ARK! my soul, it is the LORD! 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou mé ! 2 I deliver'd thee, when bound, And when wounded, heald thy wound Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. : 3 Can a woman's tender care Ceafe toward the child she bare? Yet will I remember thee. Higher than the heights above, Free and faithful, strong as death. When the work of grace is done Say, poor finner, lov'st thou me ? That my love is weak and faint ; D HYMN 54: THE DAY OF ESPOUSAL S. 1 S weet was the hour, the minutes sweet, When my Beloved me did meet, His death to evidence : My heart, which wounded was before, Kindly he bound ; therein did pour Love's healing quintessence. 2 Death's heritage he then laid waste, And calm’d each stormy furious blast, And cançel'd all my sins ; Placing his cross before my eyes, “ Look to me, and be fav’d,” he cries, From death thy life begins. 3 Sweet was the feast my heart enjoyid, I ate, I drank, nor was I cloyd, For more I thirsted ftill: Or holy Tabor's hill, prove : Safely. I sat beneath his fhade, Quite round my soul he overspread His canopy of love. |