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À Thus is now my resolution,
At thy dearest feet to fall;
Or a freedom from my thrall. 5 If I meet with condemnation,
Justly I deserve the same;
L. M. 271.
• Seeking pardon. Ps. xxvii. 8. i LORD, at thy feet I prostrate fall,
Opprest with fears to thee I call: Reveal thy pard’ning love to me,
And set my captive spirit free.
The invitation I embrace;
O let me see thy face, and live.
If I turn back, hell is my doom;
And perish at my Saviour's feet.
And bid me seek thy face in vain?
L. M. 272. What must I do to be saved?' Acts ix. 6 WITH melting heart and weeping eyes,
My guilty soul for mercy cries; What shall I do, or whither flee, T'escape that vengeance due to me!
9 Till now, I saw no danger nigh;
I liv'd at ease, nor feard to die;
“I shall have peace at last,” I cried.
Had shone on this dark soul of mine,
The terrors of thy holy law.
In childhood, youth, and growing years!
Lord, what a filthy wretch am I!
Death and destruction are my due;
And bid a dying sinner live.
Salvation free in Jesus' name?
L. M. 273. Apprehension confessed, or Jesus was heard
in that he feared. Heb. v. 7. ii. 15. 1 THOU man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canst thy sell forget Thy last, mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat! 9 When, wrestling in the strength of prayer,
Thy spirit sunk beneath its load! Thy feeble flesh afraid to bear
'The wrath of an almighty God! 5 Father if I may call thee so,
Regard my fearful heart's desiré, Remove this load of guilty wo,
Nor let me in my sins expire! 4 I tremble lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my sinful soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll!
The heighten’d fear of death I find!
Appears, and hell is close behind! 6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee!
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me! 274.
Let a repenting sinner live.
May not the contrite trust in thee?
Against thy law, against thy grace;.
My doom is just, and thou art clear. 3 Yet save a penitent, O Lord!
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
So let thy pard’ning love be found.
Nor let the guilt I mourn remain.
And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.
Salvation shall be all my song,
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Prayer for a new heart. 1 O THOU, that hear’st when sinners cry!
Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
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ESUS, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart,
And make me rich, for I am poor. 2 Thou hast pronounc'd the mourner blest,
And lo! for thee I ever mourn; I cannot, no, I will not rest,
Till thou my only rest return.
Qn all that hunger after thee?
4 Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh,
Then hear thyself within me pray,
Mark what my lab’ring soul would say 5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom;
Light in thy light I then shall sec;
Glory divine is ris'n on thee." 6 Lord, I believe thy promise sure,
And trust thou wilt not long delay:
Upon thy word myself I stay.
As yesterday the same,
The virtue of thy name.
Thy needy creatures good:
Be all thy wonders show'
Thy miracles repeat;.
A leper at thy feet.
I sink beneath my sin;
Of thine can make me clean.
Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands,
And lift them ap in prayer. 6 Silent (alas! thou know'st how long) My voice, I cannot raise;