But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue The dumb shall sing thy praise. , 7 Lame at the pool I stil am found: Give, and my strength employ; I'he lame shall leap for joy. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee; And dark I am within; The sinfulness of sin. O let me find thee near! Jesus, in mercy, hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear! 10 Long have I waited in the way, For thee the heavenly light; Command me to be brought, and say, “ Sinner, receive thy sight.” S. M. 278. To obtain mercy. 1 Tim. i. 16. My gracious, loving Lord, To thee what shall I say? Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray. 2 Ten thousand wants have li Alas! I all things want! And never never faint. Fear e'en to ask thy grace, so oft have I, alas! drawn near, And mock'd thee to thy face. A With all pollution stain'd, Thy hallow'd courts I trod; Thy name and temple I profan'd, And dar'd to call thee God! 5 Nigh with my lips I drew: My lips were all unclean; My heart was full of sin. 6 Far from the living Lord, Far, far from God and heav'n, Thy purity I still abhorr'd, Nor look'd to be forgiv'n. P. M. 279. My peace I give unto you. John xw. 23. · LAMB of God for sinners slain, To thee I humbly pray: O take my sins away. No longer let me be opprest; And take me to thy breast! 2 Wilt thou cast a singer out, Who humbly comes to thee! Thy mercy is for me: And be of paradise possest: And take me to thy breast! 3 Worldly good I do not want: Be that to others giv’n; My all in earth or hear'n; The good wherewith I would be blest; And take me to thy breast! 4 This delight I fain would prove, And then resign my breath! Join the happy few whose love Was mightier than death! Let it not, my Lord, displease, That I would die to be thy guest! Jesus, master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast! 280. P. M. me. Mark x. 47.. Hear thy humble suppliant's cry; Let me know thy great salvation; • See! I languish, faint, and die. 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, Overwhelm'd with helpless grief, Prostrate at thy feet repenting, Send, 0 send me quick relief! 3 Whither should a wretch be flying, But to him who confort gives? Whither, from the dread of dying, But to him who ever lives? 4 While I view thee, wounded, grieving, Breathless, on the cursed tree, Fain I'd feel my heart believing 'That thou suffer'dst thus for me, 5 Without thee, the world possessing, I should be a wretch undone; Search through heaven,--the land of blessing, Seeking good, and finding none. 6 Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me! My soul cleaveth to the dust; Send the Comforter to cheer me; Lo! in thee I put my trust. Through the shining realms above! P. M. 281. Longing for an Interest in the Redeemer. G RACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear! My requests vouch safe to hear; Hear my never-ceasing cry Give me Christ, or else I die. 2 Lord deny me what thou wilt, Only ease me of my guilt: Give me Christ, or else I die. 3 All unholy and unclean, I am nothing else but sin; Give me Christ, or else I die. • Thou dost freely save the lost; In thy grace alone I trust: Give me Christ, or else I die. Let me shelter in thy Son! P. M. 282 The Penitent's Prayer. Oh! hear a humble suppliant's cry: Thy throne of glorious majesty: O! deign to listen to my voice, And bid this drooping heart rejoice. 2 I urge no merits of my own, For I, alas! am all that's vile: No_when I bow before thy throne, Darc to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, That dearest, sweetest name to me! 3 Within this heart of mine, I feel The weight of sin's oppressive load: Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God! P. M. 283. The Penitent pardoned. 1 SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all, Prostrate at thy feet I fall: Hear, oh hear my ardent cry, Frown not, lest I faint and die! 2 Vilest of the sons of men, Worst of rebels I have been! Trampled on thy richest grace. 3 Justly might thy vengeful dart, Pierce this broken, bleeding heart; Blast me in eternal fire. Balm to heal my ev'ry wound; humble attend, Show thyself the sinner's friend; Bid the sufferer cease to mourn, Bid the prodigal return! Let me all thy fondness prove, L. M. 284. The Dying Sinner's Prayer; or, the Prayer of Old Age. O THOU that dost in secret see, 193 prayer, , 5 Then my |