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4 Before me place, in dread array,
When thou with clouds shalt com
To meet a joyful doom?
Eternal bliss t'ensure!
And to the end endure !
And reign with thee above;
And everlasting love.
ATHIR of Lights, from whom proceeds
Suggest and hearken to my pray's. 2 Since by thy light myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee;
3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
And feel the indigence I fee ;
Detest and lothe myself and fin.
My total misery reveal ;
Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse
Who have never heard his name, 3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove; Ev'ry trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild; Fill'd with unbelief and fin,
Can I deem myself a child ?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
Tell me, Is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my fin a grief and thrall;
If I did not love at all ?
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd ;
If I did not love the Lord ?
Thou who art thy people's sun ;
If it be indeed begun.
If I love at all, I pray;
And seek unweary'd till I find.
The Spirit of the Lord I want,
Thai leads to happiness and God. 3 O Lord my God, to thee I pray,
Teach me to know and find the way
And safe and surely get to heav'n. 4. My mind enlighten with sky light,
Thai I may underfand aright,
5 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies,
That goodly pearl of so great price;
To endiess happiness and bliss.
Who halt redeemed me by thy blood!
HYMN XXI. o
THAT I could repent !
The rock in funder cleave!
My soul and spirit part,
And break my stubborn hearts 2 Saviour, and Prince of Peace,
The double grace bestow,
And let the captive go:
And then the load remove ;
The balm of pard’ning love. 3 For thy own mercy's sake,
The cursed thing remove,
The pris'ner of thy love;
Stand by my feeble soul,
'Till thou has made me whole. 4. This is thy will, I know,
That I should holy be,
This moment turn to thee:
O might I now embrace
Thy all sufficient pow'r,
HYMN XXII. i Jaso, let thy
Isu, let thy pitying eye
Would fain like Peter weep;
On me be all long suff 'ring shown : Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
Repentance to impart,
The humble contrite heart:
A portion of thy grief unknown: Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone. 3 For thinc own compaflion's fake
The gracious wonder show; Caft my fins behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow ;
If I now myself bemoan,
And break my heart of stone. 4 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die !
Drop from thy gracious eye;
And let thy mercy melt me down ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone,