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4. Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day:

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at the bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,

To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear

Eternal 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 this vale to live 1

And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly loft in fight, ..?
And hope in full supreme delight,

And everlafting love.


HYMN. XVIII. i rather of Lights, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs, i Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry; To thee I look, my heart prepare,

Suggest and hearken to my pray’r. . 2 Since by thy light myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee; Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say ;., Thou seest my wants, for help they call, And, ere I speak, thou know's them all.

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3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will,
Averse to good, and prone to ill; i
Thou know'It how wide my passions rove,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love.
4. Fain would I know as known by thee,

And feel the indigence I fee;
Fain would I all my vileness own, .,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,

Detest and lothe myself and fin.
5 Ah! give me Lord, myself to feel
My total misery reveal ;
Ah! give me, Lord, (I still would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray;
My bus'ness this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath, be pray’r.


I I is a point I long to know,

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 trife give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within,

All is dárk, 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 ;
You that love the Lord indeed,

Tell me, Is it thas with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my fin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,

If I did not love at all ?
Could I joy his faints to meet,

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd;
Find, at times, the promife fweet,

If I did not love the Lord ?
8 Lord, decide the doubtful case,

Thou who art thy people's sun ; .
Shine upon thy work of grace,

If it be indeed begun.
Let me love thee more and more,

If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to day.

i The one thing needful, that good part
Which Mary chose with all her heart,
I would pursue with heart and mind,

And seek unweary'd till I find.
2 But, oh! I'm blind and ignorant ;

The Spirit of the Lord I want,
To guide me in the narrow road,

Thai leads to happiness and God. 3 O Lord my God, to thee I pray,

Teach me to know and find the way , How I may have my fios forgiv'n,

And safe and surely get to heav'n.
4. My mind enlighten wiih chy'light,

That I may underfand aright,
The glorious gospel-mystery,
Which inews the way to heav'n and thes.

5 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies, . .

That goodly pearl of so great price;
No other way than Christ there is

To endless happiness and bliss.
6 O Jesus Christ, my Lord and God,

who hast redeemed' me by thy blood!
Unite my heart so fast to thee,
That we may never parted be.

HYMN XXI. i O THAT I could repent !

O that I could believe !
Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent;

The rock in sunder cleave! !
Thou, by the two-edg'd sword,
My soul and spirit part,
Strike with the hammer of thy word,

And break my stubborn heart. 2 Saviour, and Prince of Peace,

The double grace bestow,
Unloose the bands of wickedness,

And let the captive go:
Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove ;
Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal,

The balm of pard’ning love. 3 For thy own mercy's sake,

The cursed thing remove, And into thy protection take

The pris'ner of thy love; In ev'ry trying hour Stand by my feeble soul, .*?" And skreen me from my nature's pow'r

'Till thou has made me whole. 4. This is thy will, I know,

That I should holy be,
Should let my fin this moment go,

This moment turn to thee :

O might I now embrace :

Thy all sufficient pow'r,
And never more to fin give place,

And never grieve thee more. .
. .. HYMN XXII. -
1 Jesu, let thy pitying eye

Call back a wand'ring sheep ; False to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep; Let me be by grace restor'd,

On me be all long suff'ring fhown: Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,

The humble contrite heart:
Give, what I have long implor'd,
· A portion of thy grief unknown :
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 3 For thinc own compartion's fake ,

The gracious wonder how;
Caft my fins behind thy back,

And wash me white as snow;
If thy bowels now are ftirr'd,

If I now myself bemoan,
Turn, and look opon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 4. See me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die !
Life, and happiness, and love,

Drop.from thy gracious eye;
Speak the reconciling word;

And let thy mercy melt me down ; Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone,

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