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True, I can't deserve to share

In a favour so divine ; But since sin first fixed Thee there,

None have greater sins than mine ; And to this my woful plea, Witness thou, Gethsemane !

Sins against a holy God;

Sins against his righteous laws ; Sins against his love, his blood,

Sins against his name and cause, Sins immense as is the sea : -Hide me, 0 Gethsemane !

Saviour, all the stone remove

From my flinty, frozen heart; Thaw it with the beams of love,

Pierce it with thy mercy's dart ; Wound the heart that wounded Thee; -Break it in Gethsemane !



COME, Holy Spirit, come ;

Let Thy bright beams arise :
Dispel the darkness from our minds,

And open all our eyes.

Cheer our desponding hearts,

Thou heavenly Paraclete ;
Give us to lie, with humble hope,

At our Redeemer's feet.

Revive our drooping faith ;

Our doubts and fears remove ;
And kindle in our hearts the flame

Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin;

Then lead to Jesu's blood ;
And to our wond'ring view reveal

The secret love of God.

Shew us that loving Man,

That rules the courts of bliss,
The Lord of Hosts, the mighty God,

Th' eternal Prince of Peace.

'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul,
To pour fresh life on every part,

And new-create the whole.

If thou, celestial Dove,

Thine influence withdraw, What easy victims soon we fall

To conscience, wrath, and law.

No longer burns our love ;

Our faith and patience fail ;
Our sin revives; and death and hell

Our feeble souls assail.

Dwell, therefore, in our hearts ;

Our minds from bondage free ; Then shall we know, and praise, and love,

The Father, Son, and Thee.


On! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away ;
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

The rocks can rend; the earth can quake ;
The seas can soar ; the mountains shake ;
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.

Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear,
(Amazing thought !) which devils fear :
Goodness and wrath in vain combine,
To stir this stupid heart of mine.

But something yet can do the deed;
And that dear something much I need :
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And move and melt this heart of mine.

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