The Prayer of the repenting Backflider,
H! give me, Lord, myfelf to fee,
A myfelf and pray
How weak am I, when left by thee,
How frail, how apt to fall away;
If but a moment thou withdraw,
That moment fees me break thy law.
Jefus, the finner's only truft,
Let me now feel thy grace infus'd;
Ahraife a captive from the duft,
Nor break a reed already bruis'd!
Vifit me, 'Lord, in peace again,
Nor let me feek thy face in vain.
O gracious Lord, now let me find,
Peace and falvation in thy name;
Be thou the eye-fight of the blind,
The staff and ancles of the lame;
My lifter up whene'er I fall,
My ftrengh, my portion, and my all.
Let thy meek mind defcend on me,
Thy Holy Spirit from above!
Affift me, Lord, to follow thee,
Drawn by the endearing cords of love; Made perfect by thy cleanfing blood, Completely fav'd and born of God.
Imploring the Prefence of God.
LORD, let me fee thy beauteous face!
It yields a heav'n below;
And angels round the throne will fay
'Tis all the heav'n they know.
A glimpfe-a fingle glimpse of thee
Would more delight my foul
Than this vain world, with all its joys,
Could I poffefs the whole.
The Lord bath laid on him the Iniquity of us all.
HARG'D with the complicated load
Of all his people's debt,
By faith I fee the Lamb of God
Expire beneath its weight.
My guilt, transferr'd from me to him,
Shall never more be found;
Loft in his blood's atoning ftream,
And in that fountain drown'd.
My mighty fins to thee, are known;
But mightier ftill is He,
Who laid his life a ranfom down,
And pleads his death for me.
"FORGIVE the fong that falls fo low
Beneath the gratitude lowe!
It means thy praife, however poor,
And Seraph-tongues can do no more."
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Alas! by nature how deprav'd
Awake my heart, arise my tongue
Afflicted faint, to Christ draw near
A voice the lonely defert chears
A friend there is your voices join
As on the cross the Savior hung
Angels, roll the rock away.
Awake, fweet gratitude, and sing
All ye to whom the Savior's dear
All-Hail the great Immanuel's name
All
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Array'd in mortal flesh
Alas! my Lord my love is gone
Awake our fouls, away our fears
Aloud I cried-aloud I pray'd
Awake, our drowly fouls
All ye that love Immanuel's name
Altho' the vine its fruit deny
A voice fhall foon be heard.
Ah! give me Lord myself to fee
Blefs'd be the Father, and his Love
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Believers, of mercy alone.
Blessed are the fons of God.
Blow ye the trumpet, blow
Behold the woman's promis'd seed
Behold, the blind their fight receive
Bleft angels aid us with your fong.
Beyond the glitt'ring ftarry skies.
Behold the Hebrew prophet raise
Behold the mighty Savior comes
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Behold how finners difagree
Brought fafely by his hand thus far
Before thy throne, eternal King
Bleffed are the dead who reft
Brethren, let us look around
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord 27
Creation's works in all their forms.
Chrift bath bleffings to impart
Come, guilty fouls, and flee away.
Come, ye finners, vile and wretched
Courage my foul; Jehovah speaks
Chrift knows the heights of heav'nly
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Come, all harmonious tongues
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Compar'd with Chrift, in all befide.
Come heav'nly Love, infpire my fong
Chrift is th' eternal Rock
Come, Holy Spirit, come
Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove.
Children of the heav'nly King
Come ye that love the Lord
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Come, thou defire of all thy faints
Come, my foul, thy fuit prepare
Come, thou foul transforming Spirit.
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Courage my foul! behold the prize
Come Lord, and warm each languid
Chrift, as our great Phyfician, heals
Charg'd with the complicated load
Do thou, my foul, in facred lays
Deceiv'd by fubtle fnares of hell
Deep in the daft before thy throne
Do not I love thee, O my Lord,
Dear refuge of my weary foul.
Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear.
Dearest Savior; help thy fervant
Difmifs us with thy blefling Lord
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