314. C. M. Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief. ROUS'D by th' gospel's powerful sound, Where shall the soothing balm be found, 2 Great God! I've wander'd wide astray 4 "Tis thine the message to impart, 5 Guilty, beneath thy feet I lie, 6 Thy word proclaims, there yet is room 315. S. M. Cowper. The Shining Light. MY former hopes are fled, I feel, alas! that I am dead Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh, 3 4 5 When I review my ways, I dread impending doom; But sure a friendly whisper says, 'Flee from the wrath to come.' I see, or think I see, A glimm'ring from afar; A beam of day that shines for me, 316. L. M. W. & B. The weary and heavy laden. Matt. xi. 28 At Jesus' feet to lay me down, 2 When shall my eyes behold the Lamb, 317. C. M. Rippon's Selection. Land knock at mercy's door; ORD, at thy feet we sinners lie, 2 We sink, with all this weight opprest, Thy grace is an exhaustless store, 4 0, for thy own, for Jesus' sake, Thy grace our rocky hearts can break; 5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, To repossess thy throne. 318. S. M. Newton. The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2—4. BESIDE the gospel pool Appointed for the poor, From day to day, my helpless soul How often have I seen But my complaints remain; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, How often have I thought, Why should I longer lie! Surely, the mercy I have sought Is not for such as I. Yet still, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and try; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die? 6 No: he is full of grace, And never will permit The soul that fain would see his face, To perish at his feet. 319. C. M. Wesley's Coll. The deceived soul's acknowledgment. LONG have I seem'd to serve thee, Lord, With unavailing pain; Fasted and pray'd, and read thy word, And heard it preach'd in vain. 2 Oft did I with th' assembly join, And near thine altar drew; A form of godliness was mine, The power I never knew. 3 I rested in the outward law, The length and breadth I never saw, 4 To please thee thus, at length I see, For what are outward things to thee, 5 Where am I now, or what's my hope? 320. L. M. Watts. The penitent pleading for pardon. Psalm li. SE HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Are not thy mercies large and free? 20 wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean, 3 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, 4 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 321. C. M. Sin acknowledged and forsaken for Christ. BENEATH thy sacred, awful feet, wretch, dear Saviour, lies, 'And upwards to the mercy-seat,' He owns his sins, of thought, and deed, 3 O spare me, Lord, and let me live Forgive my numerous sins, forgive, peace. 4 Hast thou not said, who all forsake 'Shall be from sin set free?' A willing sacrifice I make Of all, my Lord, for thee. 322. L. M. Altered. Seek the Lord, and ye shall live. Amos v. 4. LORD, at thy feet I prostrate fall, Oppress'd with guilt, to thee I call! Reveal thy pard'ning love to me, |