4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 5 I can but perish if I go- 360 A PENITENTIAL. To whom should we go? H! whither should I go, S. M. Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, Ah! why do I delay? He calls the weary sinner home, 2 What is it keeps me back, 3 I now believe, in thee, In me is all the bar, Which thou wouldst fain remove: Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love. 361 The sinner's only hope. L. M. WHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near, And bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain thy grace? And humbly walk by faith with God. I only give thee back thine own. 6 Guilty I stand before thy face; On me I feel thy wrath abide; 'Tis just the sentence should take place; 'Tis just,-but O, thy Son hath died? 362 10th P. M. 4 lines 8s. The Rock that is higher than I. EN I long for thy light and thy grace; 3 Appear, and my sorrow shall cease; Then rule o'er the heart thou hast won; Nor again in thine anger depart, But make it forever thy throne. I view my Maker face to face,— 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My soul with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? 4 0 may my broken, contrite heart, And early, with repentant tears, 5 Behold the sorrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groan, 6 For never shall my soul despair Who knows thine only Son hath died 364 Only by faith. L. M. ORD, I despair myself to heal; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, I wait the word that speaks me whole. 4 Speak, gracious Lord,-my sickness cure,— Make my infected nature pure: Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart! 365 L. M. Helpless, in sin and misery. WHOM man Though all my simpleness I own, 3 Lord, I am sick,-my sickness cure: O lift the abject sinner up. 4 Lord, I am blind,-be thou my sight: Lord, I am weak,-be thou my might: A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee. 366 Importunate supplication. Gan smful dust and ashes give? OD of my life, what just return I only live my sin to mourn: L. M. 2 To thee, benign and saving Power, 5 Come, then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home; Be mindful of thy gracious word Thou, with thy promised Father, come. 6 Prepare, and then possess my heart: O take me, seize me from above; Thee may I love, for God thou art; Thee may I feel; for God is love! 367 The true Light. 9th P. M. 87, 87. LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, 2 Thou, new heaven and earth's Creator, |