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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!
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;
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
5 Then my