Ten thousand wants have I;
Alas! I all things want;
And thou hast bid me always cry,
And never, never faint.

2 Yet, Lord, well might I fear,
Fear even to ask thy grace;
So oft have I, alas! drawn near,
And mocked thee to thy face:
With all pollutions stained,
Thy hallowed courts I trod,
Thy name and temple I profaned,
And dared to call thee God!
3 Nigh with my lips I drew,

My lips were all unclean;
Thee with my heart I never knew,
My heart was full of sin;
Far from the living Lord,
As far as hell from heaven,
Thy purity I still abhorred,

Nor looked to be forgiven. 4 My nature I obeyed,

My own desires pursued;
And still a den of thieves I made
The hallowed house of God.
The worship he approves
To him I would not pay;
My selfish ends and creature-loves
Had stole my heart away.

5 A goodly, formal saint

I long appeared in sight,

By self and Satan taught to paint
My tomb, my nature, white.
The Pharisee within

Still undisturbed remained,

The strong man, armed with guilt of sin,

Safe in his palace reigned.

6 But O! the jealous God
In my behalf came down ;

Jesus himself the stronger showed,
And claimed me for his own:
My spirit he alarmed,

And brought into distress;

He shook and bound the strong man In his self-righteousness.

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7 Faded my virtuous show,
My form without the power;
The sin-convincing Spirit blew,
And blasted every flower:

My mouth was stopped, and shame
Covered my guilty face;

I fell on the atoning Lamb,
And I was saved by grace.

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HE men who slight thy faithful word, In their own lies confide, These are the temple of the Lord,

And heathens all beside!

2 The temple of the Lord are these, The only church and true,

Who live in pomp, and wealth, and ease,

And Jesus never knew.

3 The temple of the Lord-they pull
Thy living temples down,
And cast out every gracious soul
That trembles at thy frown:

4 O wouldst thou, Lord, reveal their sins, And turn their joy to grief,

The world, the Christian world, convince

Of damning unbelief!

5 The formalists confound, convert, And to thy people join;

And break, and fill the broken heart With confidence divine!

2 To thee our humble hearts aspire, And ask the gift unspeakable; Increase in us the kindled fire,

In us the work of faith fulfil.

3 By faith we know thee strong to save; (Save us, a present Saviour thou!) Whate'er we hope, by faith we have, Future and past subsisting now. 4 To him that in thy name believes Eternal life with thee is given; Into himself he all receives,

Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.
5 The things unknown to feeble sense,
Unseen by reason's glimmering ray,
With strong, commanding evidence,
Their heavenly origin display.

6 Faith lends its realizing light,
The clouds disperse, the shadows fly;
The Invisible appears in sight,
And God is seen by mortal eye.

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His sins on earth forgiven? How can my gracious Saviour show My name inscribed in heaven? What we have felt and seen, With confidence we tell; And publish to the sons of men The signs infallible.

2 We who in Christ believe

That he for us hath died,
We all his unknown peace receive,
And feel his blood applied;
Exults our rising soul,
Disburdened of her load,
And swells unutterably full
Of glory and of God.

3 His love, surpassing far
The love of all beneath,

We find within our hearts, and dare
The pointless darts of death:

Stronger than death and heli
The mystic power we prove;
And conquerors of the world, we dwell
In heaven, who dwell in love.
4 We by his Spirit prove

And know the things of God,
The things which freely of his love
He hath on us bestowed;
His Spirit to us he gave,

And dwells in us, we know ;
The witness in ourselves we have,
And all its fruits we show.

5 The meek and lowly heart That in our Saviour was, To us his Spirit doth impart,

And signs us with his cross:
Our nature 's turned, our mind
Transformed in all its powers;
And both the witnesses are joined,
The Spirit of God with ours.
6 Whate'er our pardoning Lord
Commands, we gladly do;
And guided by his sacred word,
We all his steps pursue:
His glory our design,
We live our God to please;
And rise with filial fear divine,
To perfect holiness.

THOU great mysterious God unknown,

Whose love hath gently led me on,

Even from my infant days, Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me, if I ever knew

Thy justifying grace.

2 If I have only known thy fear,
And followed with a heart sincere
Thy drawings from above,
Now, now the further grace bestow,
And let my sprinkled conscience know
Thy sweet forgiving love.

3 Short of thy love I would not stop, A stranger to the gospel hope,

The sense of sin forgiven;

I would not, Lord, my soul deceive,
Without the inward witness live,
That antepast of heaven.

4 If now the witness were in me,
Would he not testify of thee

In Jesus reconciled?

And should I not with faith draw nigh,
And boldly Abba, Father, cry,

And know myself thy child?

5 Whate'er obstructs thy pardoning love,
Or sin, or righteousnesss, remove,
Thy glory to display;
Mine heart of unbelief convince,
And now absolve me from my sins,
And take them all away.

6 Father, in me reveal thy Son,
And to my inmost soul make known
How merciful thou art:

The secret of thy love reveal,
And by thine hallowing Spirit dwell
For ever in my heart!

1 UPRIGHT, both in heart and will, We by our God were made; But we turned from good to ill,

And o'er the creature strayed; Multiplied our wandering thought, Which first was fixed on God alone, In ten thousand objects sought The bliss we lost in one.

2 From our own inventions vain
Of fancied happiness,
Draw us to thyself again,

And bid our wanderings cease;
Jesus, speak our souls restored
By love's divine simplicity,
Re-united to our Lord,

And wholly lost in thee!

Whate'er thy every creature needs, Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry,

To thee I look; my heart prepare, Suggest, and hearken to my prayer. 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'st them all. 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind; Thou know'st how unsubdued my will, Averse from good and prone to ill; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,

Nor checked by fear, nor charmed by
love!

4 Fain would I know, as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.

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 business this, my only care,
My life, my every breath, be prayer.

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JESU, my Advocate above,

My friend before the throne of love,
If now for me prevails thy prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there,
If thou the secret wish convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray;
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty Advocate, to thine.

2 Fain would I know my utmost ill,
And groan my nature's weight to feel,
To feel the clouds that round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my soul,
The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scattered o'er all the earth abroad,
Immeasurably far from God.

3 Jesu, my heart's desire obtain !
My earnest suit present, and gain;
My fulness of corruption show,
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin,
A sharper sense of hell within,
A stronger struggling to get free,
A keener appetite for thee.

4 O sovereign Love, to thee I cry,
Give me thyself, or else I die !
Save me from death, from hell set free,
Death, hell, are but the want of thee.
Quickened by thy imparted flame,
Saved, when possessed of thee, I am;
My life, my only heaven thou art,
O might I feel thee in my heart!

3 Jesu, seek thy wandering sheep,

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Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn,
Till I say, by grace restored,

"Now thou know'st I love thee, Lord!" Might I in thy sight appear,

As the publican distrest,
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast,
Groan the sinner's only plea,
66 God, be merciful to me !"

5 O remember me for good,

Passing through the mortal vale ! Show me the atoning blood, When my strength and spirit fail; Give my gasping soul to see Jesus crucified for me!

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THAT I could revere
My much-offended God!
O that I could but stand in fear
Of thy afflicting rod !

If mercy cannot draw,
Thou by thy threatenings move,
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.

2 Show me the naked sword
Impending o'er my head;
O let me tremble at thy word,
And to my ways take heed!
With sacred horror fly
From every sinful snare;
Nor ever, in my Judge's eye,
My Judge's anger dare.

3 Thou great tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart;
The grace be now on me bestowed,
The tender, fleshly heart:
For Jesu's sake alone
The stony heart remove,
And melt at last, O melt me down
Into the mould of love!

104 2 Kings xxii. 19, 20.

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FOR that tenderness of heart
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Which bows before the Lord,
Acknowledging how just thou art
And trembles at thy word!
O for those humble, contrite tears
Which from repentance flow,
That consciousness of guilt which fears
The long-suspended blow!

2 Saviour, to me in pity give
The sensible distress,

The pledge thou wilt at last receive,
And bid me die in peace;

Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;

My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

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THAT I could repent! O that I could believe!

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Thou by thy voice the marble rent,
The rock in sunder cleave!
Thou, by thy two-edged 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 pardoning love.

3 For thy own mercy's sake The cursed thing remove; And into thy protection take The prisoner of thy love: In every trying hour Stand by my feeble soul;

And screen me from my nature's power, Till thou hast made me whole.

4 This is thy will, I know,
That I should holy be,

Should let my sin this moment go,
This moment turn to thee:
O might I now embrace
Thy all-sufficient power;
And never more to sin give place,
And never grieve thee more!