HYMN 347.

S. M. NEWTON.

Guilford, Little Marlboro'.

LORD, how vile am I,
Unholy and unclean!

How can I dare to venture nigh
With such a load of sin!

2 Is this polluted heart
A dwelling fit for thee?
Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part,
What evils do I see!

3 If I attempt to pray,
And raise my soul on high,
My thoughts are hurry'd fast away,
For sin is ever nigh.

4 If in thy word I look,

Such darkness fills my mind,

I only read a sealed book,
But no relief can find.

5 Thy gospel oft I hear,
But hear it still in vain :
Without desire, or love, or fear,
Harden'd I still remain.

6 And must I then indeed
Sink in despair and die ?

Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed
For such a wretch as I.

1

Luke vii. 37-50.

B Her many sins forgiv'n!

EHOLD the tears that Mary shed

Her doubts and darkness all are fled
In peaceful hope of heav'n.

2 When o'er the Saviour's feet in pray'r
She pour'd a flood of grief,
And dry'd them with her flowing hair,
How soon she found relief!

3 Say, burden'd soul, whose num'rous sins In dark array are set;

What canst thou do to mitigate
The terrors of thy debt?

4 Canst thou not love the friend, who died That burden to assume?

Who shrunk not from the crown of thorns,
The scourge the cross-the tomb?

5 If heavy is thy weight of guilt,
Thy love must greater be-

Then He, whose blood for man was spilt,
Will shed his peace on thee.

HYMN 349.

C. M.

HAWEIS.

1

St. Ann's, Tempest.

God our hiding-place. Ps. xxxii. 7.
HEN low'ring clouds deform the sky,
And darkness thickens round,

Sudden the forked lightnings fly,
Loud thunders rock the ground :-

2 The howling blasts, impetuous, sweep The desolated plain;

The frighted beasts to covert creep;
Home flies the trembling swain!

3 But louder thunders o'er my head,
My heart with terror fill;

And storms of wrath divine I dread,
Which soul and body kill!

4 See, on the whirlwind's rapid wing,
The King of terrors ride,
And with him desolation bring!
Myself where can I hide ?

5 "Haste, sinner! haste," the Saviour cry'd,
"Behold my wounded form!
The cleft of my deep-pierced side
Shall hide thee from the storm."

HYMN 350. 7s.

Magdalen, Pastoral Duet.

Matt. xi. 28.

COME, ye weary sinners, come,

All, who feel your heavy load;

Jesus calls the wand'rers home;
Hasten to your pard'ning God,
Come, ye guilty souls opprest,
Answer to the Saviour's call:
"Come, and I will give you rest;
Come, and I will save you all."

2 Jesus, full of truth and love,
We thy kindest call obey,

Faithful let thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away, Weary of this war within, Weary of this endless strife, We eary of ourselves and sin, Weary of a wretched life. 3 Burden'd with a world of grief, Burden'd with our sinful load, Burden'd with this unbelief, Burden'd with the wrath of God, Lo, we come to thee for ease, True and gracious, as thou art; Now our weary souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart.

HYMN 351.

7s.

NEWTON.

Middleton, Hotham.

Sin bewailed.

1 NOME, my soul, thy suit prepare,

He himself has bid thee pray,
Rise and ask without delay.

2 With my burden I begin ;

Lord! remove this load of sin! Let thy blood for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. S Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy sov'reign right maintain, And without a rival reign.

4 Shew me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.

HYMN 352. C. M.

Windsor, Standish.

NEWTON.

Prayer for spiritual healing.

HOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint; But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint
That worst distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But thro' my soul is spread;

And all th' affections of my heart
By sin are captive led.

4 A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.

5 Thou great Physician, hear my ery,
And set my spirit free;

Let not a trembling sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee.