2 Here with a thousand arts she tries
To dress me in a fair disguise, bán estị
To make a guilty wretched worm Fan() e
Put on an angel's brightest form.

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follies from mine eyes, And lifts my virtues to the skies;}}} // And, while the specious tale she tells, . Her own deformity conceals.

4. Rend, O my Gop! the veil away,,
Bring forth the monster to the day;
Expose her hideous form to view,
And all her restless power subdue, T
5 So shall humility divine.

Again possess this heart of mine;
And form a temple for my Gop,
Which he will make his lov'd abode,

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DR. S. STENNETT.

C. M. Crowle 3. Wantage 204.
Pleading with God under Affliction.
WHY should a living man complain
Of deep distress within,

Since every sigh, and every pain
Is but the fruit of sin?

2 No, LORD! I'll patiently submit,
Nor ever dare rebel;

Yet sure I may, here at thy feet,
My painful feelings tell.

3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise,

And beat upon my

soul;

One trouble to another ories,

Billows on billows roll.

4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear,
My shipwreck'd soul is tost; late
Till I am tempted in despair.

To give up all for lost.

5 Yet thro' the stormy clouds I'll look

Once more to thee, my God!

O fix my feet upon a rock,"
Beyond the gaping flood.

6 One look of mercy from thy face
Will set my heart at ease;
One all-commanding word of grace
Will make the tempest cease.

DR. S. STENNETT.

313 (1st P.) L. M. Kingsbridge 88. Angel's Hymn 60.

The Backslider, Jer. xxxi. 18-20.

1 RETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek an injur'd Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return, ~
And seek a Father's melting heart,
Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern,
Whose hand can heal thine inward smart.

3 Return, O wanderer, return,

He heard thy deep repentant sigh;
He saw thy soften'd spirit mourn,
When no intruding ear was nigh.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ;-
Go to his bleeding feet and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.

5 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe away the falling tear;

"Tis God who says "no longer mourn," "Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. '! 6 Return, O wanderer, return, az Regain thy lost, lamented rest; Jehovah's melting bowels yearn, To clasp his Ephraim to his breast.

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313 (2nd P.) 7. 6. 8. Tottenham Court 111. Backsliding and Returning; or, the Backslider's Prayer. ESUS! let thy pitying eye..

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Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep;
Let me be by grace restor'd,
On me be all its freeness shown;
Turn and look upon me, LORD!
And break my heart of stone.

2 Saviour Prince! enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, thro' thy dying love,
The humble contrite heart;
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy love unknown:
Turn and look upon me, LORD!
And break my heart of stone.
3 See me, Saviour! from above,
Nor suffer me to die;

Life, and happiness, and love,
Smile in thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn and look upon me, LORD!
And break my heart of stone.

4 Look, as when thy pitying eye

Was clos'd that we might live; #1
Father (at the point to die,

My Saviour gasp'd) forgive! T

Surely with that dying word,

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He turns, and looks, and cries, 'Tis done:

O my loving, bleeding LORD,

This breaks my heart of stone.

313 (3d P.) 148th. Grove 125. Dartmouth 46.

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The sincerely returning Backslider.

GOD of eternal love,

Pity a troubled heart;

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Shine from thy throne above
And ease me of my smart;
The sin that doth my spirit grieve,
'Tis Jesus only can relieve.!

On thee I now rely,

My kind unchanging friend,
And, Lord, I'd rather die
Than thy great name offend;
O break corruption's iron neck,...
And save me for thy mercy's sake.
Did I a world possess,

That world I'd now resign,
To feel thy pardoning grace
And victory over sin;-

To find my God within my heart,
And feel my every sin depart.

Yet I will not despair,

But to my Lord I'll flee,

He'll bring salvation near,

And I his face shall see;

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On yonder throne his name adore,
And shout I'm sav'd to sin no more.

314 C. M. London 180. Bangor 231.

Peter's Fall and Recovery, Luke xxii, 54—62.

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1 How did the powers of darkness rage Against the Son of God !....!

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While cruel men on earth engage
To shed his precious blood.

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2. His friends forsook him with surprise,
When that dread scene began;
And one perfidiously denies

He ever knew the man,

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Against temptation's pow'r

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Are vanquish'd in an hour.

4 His firmest purpose will not stand Behold his guilt and shame!

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LORD! keep me by thy mighty hand, 0
Or I shall do the same.

5 At length the suffering Saviour turns,
And looks with pitying eyes!
Peter relents, withdraws, and mourns,
And loud for mercy cries.

6 So boundless is Jehovah's grace,
He hears the humble pray'r:"

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If I am found in Peter's case, 2 mal & I would not still despair. Jana bit.. 7 Look on me, Lord! with eyes of love," My wandering soul restore; 0′ My guilt forgive, my fears remove, And let me sin no more.

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C. M. Crowle 3. Worksop 31.

O that I were as in months past! Job xxix. 2.
1 SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood
Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt,”
And bring me home to GOD.

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2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,"
His praises tun'd my tongue;
And, when the evening shades prèvild,Ɛ
His love was all my song.

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3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm, I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, TE And lean'd upon 4 In prayer my soul drew near the LORD, And saw his glory shine; And, when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. 5 [Then to his saints I often spoke Of what his love had done;

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