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L M. 263.
Ps. li. 9-13. 1 OH, turn, great Ruler
of the skies, Turn from my sin thy searching eyes, Nor let th’offences of my hand,
Within thy book, recorded stand. 2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd,
A conscience pure, a soul renew'd;
An outcast from thy presence roam. s Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart
Once more his quick’ning aid impart,
And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace. 4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway
Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray, From me thy heavenly precepts learn, And, humbled, to their God return.
S. M. 264.
Conviction. 1 M former hopes are filed,
My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall I Ay?
I hear the thunder roar;
And vengeance at the door. 8
When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
ts Flee from the wrath to come.” 4 I see, or think I see,
A glimm'ring from afar;
5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
P. M. 265.
Sin bewailed. 1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer pray’r; He himself has bid thee
Lord! remove this load of sin!
Set my conscience free from guilt.
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
L. M. 266.
Confession and Repentance. 10
LORD, my God, in mercy turn,
In mercy hear a sinner mourn! To thee I call, to thee I cry,
O leave me, leave me not to die!
But thorns about my bleeding brow?
And aggravate and mock my pain. 3 For pleasure I have given my soul;
Now justice, let thy thunders roll!
$ Yet Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling,
I'll crowd beneath his sheltering wing;
E’en me, oh bliss !-his wrath may spare. 267.
Repentance at the Cross. "OH, if my soul was form’d for wo,
How would I vent my sighs!
From both my streaming eyes,
Hung on the cursed tree,
For thee, my soul, for thee,
That crucified my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood.
My heart has so decreed,
That made my Saviour bleed.
My murder'd Lord I view,
C. M. 268.
Slain and reviving. Rom. vii. 9. I SMOTE by the law, I'm justly slain;
Great'God, behold my case; Pity a sinner fill'd with pain,
Nor drive me from thy face.
Thy justice, all in flames,
3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel;
I fear, but don't relent,
Oh, that I could repent! 4 My pray’rs, my tears, my vows alr. vile
My duties black with guilt;
Tho' Jesus' blood was spilt?
see an opening hell:
Such glory who can tell!
I feel a gracious God:
P. M. 269.
Renouncing the World.
Come, struggle to be free,
However hard it be:
But cleaves yet closer to the dust. 2. Ye tempting sweets, forbear,
Ye dearest idols, fall; My love ye must not share,
Jesus shall have it all: 'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart,
But ah! thou must consent, my heart! 3 Ye fair enchanting throng!
Ye golden dreams, farewell!
And now I break the spell:
4 But must I part with all?
My heart still fondly pleads,
It beats, it throbs, it bleeds.
To sooth and heal the smarting wound! $ O yes, there is a balm,
A kind physician there,
To bid me not despair:
And I will all resign to thee: 6 O may I feel thy worth,
And let no idol dare, No vanity of earth,
With thee, my Lord, compare Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in
SUPPLICATION FOR THE DIVINE
P. M. 270.
Penitent puing for Pardon. Job xiii. 15. 1 SAVIOUR, canst thou love a traitor?
Canst thou love a child of wrath? Can a hell-deserving creature
Be the purchase of thy death! Is thy blood so efficacious,
As to make my nature clean? Is thy sacrifice so precious,
As to free my soul from sin?
I can hear of no relief;