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4 Look, as when thy grace beheld
The harlot in distress;
Dry’d her tears, her pardon seal’d,
And bade her, go in peace ;
Foul, like her, i self abhor'd,
I at thy feet for mercy groan ;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
5 Look, as when thy languid eye
Was clos'd that we might five,
Father, at the point to die,
o Saviour gasp'd, forgive,
Surely with that dying word,
He turns and looks and cries 'tis done ;
O, my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou break'st my heart of stone,
1. Ah, where am I now 7
When was it, or how,
That I fell from my heav'n of grace 3
I am brought into thrall,
I am stript of my all,
I am banish’d from Jesu’s face.
2 Hardly yet do I know,
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside ;
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with pride.
3 But I felt it too soon,
hat my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight :
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost, And my day, it was turn'd into night. 4. I never shall rise, To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see; But I feel a faint hope, That at last he will stoop, And his pity will bring him to me.
1 Lovs divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
2 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee, as thy hosts above;
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.
3 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure and sinless let us be;
Let us see thy great salvation
Perfectly restor'd in thee;
Chang'd from glory into glory,
# in heav'n we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
Hymn 277. 7's.
The Christian's Wish.
1 DANIEL's wisdom may I know,
Stephen's resignation shew,
John's divine communion feel,
Moses’ meekness—Joshua's zeal;
Run like the unwearied Paul,
Win the day and conquer all.
2 Mary's love may I possess,
Peter's ardent spirit feel,
James' faith by work reveal ;
Like young Timothy, may l
Every sinful passion fly.
2 Job’s submission let me shew,
David's true devotion know,
Samuel's call, oh, may I hear,
Lazarus’ happy portion share;
Let Isaiah’s hallowed fire,
All my new-born soul inspire.
4 Mine be Jacob’s wrestling prayer,
Gideon's valiant, steadfast care;
Joseph's purity impart,
Isaac’s meditative heart;
Abra’am’s faith—O, may I prove
Faithful to the God I love.
5 Most of all may I pursue,
That example Jesus drew ;
In my life and conduct shew
How he liv'd and walk’d below :
Day by day through grace restor'd,
Imitate my perfect Lord.
Charity.—Applied to Humane and Benevolent
1 O CHARITY thou heav'nly grace :
All tender, soft and kind;
A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good inclin'd?
2 The man of charity extends *
To all his liberal hand;
His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends,
His pity may command.
3 He aids the poor in their distress;
He hears when I complain,
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessen all their pain.
4 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind,
And all the sons of grief,
In him a benefactor find,
He loves to give relief.
5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet;
'Tis love that makes us rise,
With willing mind and ardent feet,
To yonder happy skies.
6 Then let us all in love abound,
And charity pursue;
Thus shall we be with glory crown'd,
And love as angels do.
Hymn 279. 7's.
[Tune, Crucifixion.] "
1 HEARTs of stone, relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus’ cross subdu'd;
See his body mangled, rent,
Cover'd ". gore of blood,
Sinful soul what hast thou done?
Murder'd God's eternal Son.
Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails, that fix him here;
Crown'd with thorns his sacred head,
Pierc’d him with the soldiers, spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice;
For a sinful world he dies.
3 Shall we let him die in vain 7
Still to death pursue our God?
Open, tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood &
No; with all our sins we part ;
Saviour, take my broken heart.
Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctificatio, 1 How sad our state by nature is Our sin how deep it stains ! And satan binds our captive souls, Fast in his slavish chains. But there’s a voice of sov’reign grace, Sounds from thy sacred word; Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord. 2 My soul obeys th' Almighty call, And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise Lord, O, help my unbelief. To the blest fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly ; Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye.
3 Stretch out thy arm, victorious King, My reigning sins subdue ;