All gracious Lord! who didst appear
Most merciful when most severe !

2 Thus at thy feet, our souls would fall,
And loudly thus for mercy call;
"Thou Son of David, pity show,
"And save us from th' infernal foe."
3 Though viler than the brutes we be,
Our longing eyes would wait on thee,
Who dost to dogs such grace afford,
To taste the crumbs beneath thy board.
4 But thou the humble soul wilt raise,
And all its sorrows turn to praise;
Each self-abasing, broken heart,
Shall with thy children share a part.

Hymn 177. C. M.

Penitential. Mark i. 40, 41-& vii. 37.
Luke viii. 35, 36.

1 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat!

With pitying eye, behold me fall,
A leper at thy feet.

2 Loathsome and vile, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin;

But, if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

3 Thou seest me leaf to thy commands,
Open, O Lord, mine ear;

Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands
To thee in humble prayer.

4 Silent, alas! thou know'st how long
My voice I cannot raise ;

But Ŏ, when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing thy praise.

5 Cast out thy foes, and let them still
To thy great name submit ;

Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,
And place me at thy feet.

6 From sin, the guilt, the pow'r, the pain,
Thou wilt release my soul;
Lord, I believe, and not in vain,
For thou wilt make me whole.

Hymn 178. L. M.

Christ Worshipped by Men and Angels.
Rev. v. 11-13.

10 THOU, in whom the Gentiles trust,
Thou only holy, only just,

Oh, tune our souls to praise thy name,
Jesus, unchangeable, the same!

2 If angels, whilst to thee they sing,
Enshroud their faces in their wing,
How shall we sinful dust draw nigh
The great, the awful Deity!

3 Glory to thee, auspicious Lamb !
Thou holy Lord, thou great I AM!
With all our pow'r thy grace we bless,
Our joy, our piece, our righteousness.
4 Live, ever-glorious Jesus, live!
Worthy all blessings to receive!
Worthy on high enthron'd to sit,
With ev'ry pow'r beneath thy feet!

Faith in Christ. Isaiah xxxv. 8—10.

1 JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone→
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll
and I'll pursue

The narrow way, till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophet went,

The road that leads from banishment,

The king's highway of holiness. I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief, my burden, long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I am the way." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Wilt me receive, though weak I am; My sinful self to thee I giveNothing but love I shall receive. Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, behold the way to God.

Hymn 180, L. M.

Faith in Christ. Ișa. xiv. 24.

Isa. xiv. 24. Jer. xxiii. 1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my pleaJesus hath liv'd and dy'd for me. 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully, through thee, absolv'd I am From sin's tremendous curse and shame, 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,

Thus all the armies bought with blood,

Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.
5 This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.
O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid the banish'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord our righteousness,

Hymn 181.

[Tune, Hotham.]

7's.

Refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii. 27.

1 JESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly;

While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high!
2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!
3 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone→→→
Still support and comfort me!
4 All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
5 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind..
6 Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;

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Vile and full of sin I am-
Thou art full of truth and grace.

7 Plenteous grace with thee is found;
Grace to pardon all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound;
Let me feel them flow within.

8 Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart-
Rise to all eternity!

Hymn 182.

L. M.

As thy Days, so shall thy Strength be. Deut. 33. 25. 1 AFFLICTED Saint, to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; His faithful word declares to thee, That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, "How shall I stand the trying day?" He has engag'd, by firm decree, That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong; And if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord will make the tempter flee; For as thy days, thy strength shall be. 4 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name; In fiery trials thou shalt see,

That as thy days, thy strength shall be. 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross, Or sore afflictions, pain, or loss,

Or deep distress, or poverty,

Still as thy days, thy strength shall be.
6 When ghastly death appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue ;
He comes to set thy spirit free,
And as thy days, thy strength shall be.