4 O could I lose myself in thee;
Thy depth of mercy prove;
Thou vast unfathomable sea
Of unexhausted love?

5 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies:

How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes?

6 I loathe myself when God I see,
And into nothing fall;
Content if thou exalted be,
And Christ be All in All.

Aylesbury-p. 91.] HYMN 98. S. M.
JESUS! full of grace,

To thee I make my moan,

Let me again behold thy face,
Call home thy banish'd one.

2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.

3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?
Speak, and my soul shall live:
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,
Abundantly forgive.

4 For thine own mercy's sake,
Relieve my wretchedness;
And O my pardon give me back,
And give me back my peace!
5 Again thy love reveal,

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Restore that inward heaven:
grant me once again to feel,
Through faith, my sins forgiven.

6 Thy utmos. mercy show,
Say to my drooping soul,

In

peace and full assurance go,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.

Plymouth Dock-p. 109.] HYMN 99. 6 lines 8s.
GOD, tuy righteousness we own:
Judgment is at thy house begun!
With humble awe thy rod we hear,
And guilty in thy sight appear:
We cannot in thy judgment stand;
But sink beneath thy mighty hand.
2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay,
And still for mercy, mercy, pray:
Unworthy to behold thy face;
Unfaithful stewards of thy grace;
Our sin and wickedness we own,
And deeply for acceptance groan.
3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv'd,
But basely from thy statutes rov'd;
And done thy loving Spirit despite,
And sinn'd against the clearest light;
Brought back thy agonizing pain,
And nail'd thee to the cross again.
4 Yet, do not drive us from thy face,
A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race;
But, O! in tender mercy break
The iron sinew in our neck:

The soft'ning power of love impart,
And melt the marble of our heart.

Clarks-p. 183.] HYMN 100. 7s, 6s, & 18.

ATHER, if thou must reprove,
For all that I have done,

Not in anger, but in love,

Chastise thine humbled son!

Use the rod, and not the sword;
Correct with kind severity;
Bring me not to nothing, Lord,
But bring me home to thee.
2 True and faithful as thou art,
To all thy church and me,
Give a new, believing heart,

That knows and cleaves to thee.
Freely our backslidings heal;

And by thy balmy blood restor'd,
Grant that every soul may feel,
Thou art our pard'ning Lord.
3 Might we now with pure desire,
Thine only love request:
Now with willing heart entire,
Return to Christ our rest!
When we our whole heart resign,

O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee,
Thou art ours, and we are thine,
Through all eternity!

Plymouth Dock-p. 109. ] HYMN 101. 6 lines 8s. GOD, if thou art love indeed!

Let it once more be prov'd in me,
That I thy mercy's praise may spread,
For every child of Adam free;
O, let me now the gift embrace;
O, let me now be sav'd by grace!
2 If all long-suffering thou hast shown
On me, that others may believe,
Now make thy loving kindness known,
Now the all-conqu❜ring Spirit give;
Spirit of victory and power,
That I may never grieve thee more.
3 Grant my importunate request:
It is not my desire, but thine;

Since thou wouldst have the sinner blest,
Now let me in thine image shine;
Nor ever from thy footsteps move,
But more than conquer through thy love.
4 Be it according to thy will!
Set my imprison'd spirit free;
(The counsel of thy grace fulfil ;)
Into thy glorious liberty,

My spirit, soul, and flesh restore,
And I shall never grieve thee more.

Luther's-p. 107.] HYMN 102. 6 lines 89
ES, from this instant, now, I will
To my offended Father cry;

My base ingratitude I feel,
Vilest of all thy children, I;
Not worthy to be call'd thy son;
Yet will I thee, my Father, own.

2 Guide of my life, hast thou not been,
And rescu'd me from passion's power;
Ten thousand times preserv'd from sin;
Nor let the greedy grave devour:
And wilt thou now thy wrath retain,
Nor ever love thy child again?

3 Ah! canst thou find it in thy heart,
To give me up, so long pursu'd?
Ah! carst thou finally depart,

And leave thy creature in his blood?
Leave me, out of thy presence cast,
To perish in my sins at last?

4 If thou hast call'd me to return;
If weeping at thy feet I fall,
The prodigal thou wilt not spurn,
But pity and forgive me all;
In answer to my Friend above;
In honour of his bleeding love.

PRAYER AND INTERCESSION.

Kirke-p. 59.] HYMN 103. L. M.
HEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye,
The thousands of our Israel see;

To thee in their behalf we cry,
Ourselves but newly found in thee.

2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,
And neither food nor feeder have;
Nor fold, nor place of refuge near;

For no man cares their souls to save.

3 Wild as the untaught Indian's brood, The Christian savages remain ; Strangers, yea, enemies to God,

They make thee spill thy blood in vain.
4 Thy people, Lord, are sold for nought;
Nor know they their Redeemer nigh:
They perish whom thyself hast bought;
Their souls for lack of knowledge die.
5 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide,
To swallow up its careless prey:
Why should they die, when thou hast died;
Hast died to bear their sins away?

6 Why should the foe thy purchase seize?
Remember, Lord, thy dying groans:
The meed of all thy sufferings these;
O claim them for thy ransom'd ones.

7 Extend to these thy pard'ning grace:
To these be thy salvation show'd:
O add them to thy chosen race!

O sprinkle all their hearts with blood!