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AFTER A RELAPSE INTO SIN.

GOD of my salvation, hear,

And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive:

Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to Thy wounds for refuge flee ;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

2 Standing now as newly slain,
To Thee I lift mine eye;

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Balm of all my grief and pain, Thy blood is always nigh: Now as yesterday the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be:

Friend of sinners, &c.

Full of truth and grace Thou art,

And here is all my hope:

False and foul as hell, my heart

To Thee I offer up;
Thou wast given to redeem
My soul from all iniquity :
Friend of sinners, &c.

Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can Thy grace procure ;
Empty send me not away,

For I, Thou know'st, am poor :

Dust and ashes is my name,

My all is sin and misery:

Friend of sinners, &c.

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Without money, without price,

I come Thy love to buy;
From myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of sinners, I:
Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lose myself in Thee:

Friend of sinners, &c.

No good work, or word, or thought

Bring I to gain Thy grace;

Pardon I accept unbought,

Thy proffer I embrace,
Coming as at first I came

To take, and not bestow on Thee:

Friend of sinners, &c.

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I quietly confess,

Till Thy blood shall wash me clean

From all unrighteousness,

From the slightest touch of blame

My spirit, soul, and body free:

Friend of sinners, &c.

Saviour, from Thy wounded side

I never will depart;

Here will I my spirit hide

When I am pure in heart :
Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea,-
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

ANOTHER.

I LONG have I labour'd in the fire,
And spent my life for nought;
With pride, and anger, and desire,
In nature's strength I fought.

2 Baffled, I still my foes defied,
And rose with courage new;

All which the Lord commands, I cried,
I now resolve to do.

3 But O, how soon from glory driven
Down to profoundest hell!

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As Lucifer cast down from heaven,
From all my hopes I fell.

I fell, and sunk in self-despair

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gave up all at last;

On Jesus then I cast my care,

On Him my anchor cast.

5 With sin I strove, alas! too long; But now I to the Lamb

Look, and am saved; in weakness strong,
While arm'd with Jesu's name.

6 Jesu, to Thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid;
Oppress'd by sins, I lift mine eye,
And see the shadows fade.

7 Soon as I find myself forsook,
The grace again is given;

A sigh will reach Thy heart, a look

Will bring Thee down from heaven.

8 Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid;

On Thee alone my constant mind
Is every moment stayed.

9 Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.

10 Jesus, my Strength, my Life, my Rest,
On Thee will I depend,

Till summon'd to the marriage-feast,
Where faith in sight shall end.

IN DOUBT.

1 My Father, O my Father, hear
Thy weakest child's imperfect call!
Now as a servant I appear,

And yet Thou know'st me heir of all :
O make me know as I am known;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?
2 Allured by unresisted grace,

Thy footsteps why did I pursue?
Why did I ever seek Thy face?
What secret power my spirit drew
After I knew not whom to run?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

3 From whom have all my blessings flow'd? Who gave me these enlarged desires?

Who made me restless after God,

And burnt me up with inward fires?

O let the Author now be shown,
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

4 Who held my fleeting soul in life,
And turn'd aside the fatal hour?
Who, when I oft gave o'er the strife,

Preserved me from the adverse power, Removed the death I would not shun? Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

5 When twice ten thousand times I fell,
Who was it raised the sinner up,
The sinner sinking into hell?

How came I by this spark of hope?
Who quicken'd me, a lifeless stone?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

6 If Thou didst see me in my blood,
And bid the dying sinner live,
If freely I am counted good,

O let me all Thy life receive,
O do not leave Thy work undone :
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

7 Led through the howling wilderness,
If now I view the promised land,
Here let my weary wanderings cease;
Divide the waves with Thy right hand,
Bid me through Jordan's stream go on :
Speak, Father; am I not Thy son?

Thy will appoints me to remain,
Behold me still content to wait

In doubt and fear, in grief and pain ;