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JESUS WEFT.

Thinking, as we labor thus,
Of the heaven prepared for us.

6 So a pleasant path we'll tread,
By the hand of Jesus led;
Till, from sin and sorrow freed,
Ours is happiness indeed!

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Boylston.

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Jesus Wept.

134, 135.

S. M.

Beddome.

1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep?
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears
Angels with wonder see.
Be thou astonished, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

Evening Meditations.

Woodstock.

1 I LOVE awhile to steal away
From every cumb'ring care,

And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear;

And all his promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

C. M.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore;
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

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4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

Confession.

Dundee.

1 WHAT is there, Lord, a child can do,
Who feels with guilt opprest?
There's evil, that I never knew
Before, within my breast.

C. M.

2 My thoughts are vain, my heart is hard,
My temper apt to rise;
And when I seem upon my guard,
It takes me by surprise.

3 And yet if I begin to pray,
And lift my feeble cry,

Some thoughts of folly or of play
Prevent me when I try.

4 On many Sabbaths, though I've heard
Of Jesus and of heaven,

I've scarcely listened to thy word,
Or prayed to be forgiven.

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PENITENCE.

5 O look with pity in thine eye
Upon a heart so hard;

Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry,
Or show it no regard.

Penitence.

Olney.

137.

S. M.

1 If Jesus Christ was sent
To save us from our sin,
And kindly teach us to repent,
We should at once begin.

2 He says he loves to see

A broken-hearted one;

He loves that childen such as we
Should mourn the wrong we've done.

3 "Tis not enough to say,

We're sorry and repent,
Yet still go on from day to day
Just as we always went.

4 Repentance is, to leave

The sins we loved before,

And show that we in earnest grieve,

By doing so no more.

5 Lord, make us thus sincere,
To watch as well as pray;
However small, however dear,
Take all our sins away.

6 And since the Saviour came
To make us turn from sin,
With holy grief and humble shame,
We would at once begin.

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Pleyel's Hymn.

Penitence.

7's M. J. Taylor.

1 GoD of mercy, God of love,
Hear our sad repentant song;
Sorrow dwells on every face,

Penitence on every tongue.

2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent;
3 Foolish fears and fond desires,

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Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain.

4 These, and every secret fault,

Filled with grief and shame, we own;
Humbled at thy feet we lie,

Seeking pardon from thy throne.

5 God of mercy, God of grace,
Hear our sad repentant songs;
O restore thy suppliant race,
Thou to whom all praise belongs.

The Ways of Wisdom.

Litchfield.

C. M.

1 WIY should we spend our youthful days
In folly and in sin,

When wisdom shows her pleasant ways,
And bids us walk therein? *

2 Folly and sin our peace destroy;
They glitter and are past;

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PRAYER FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT.

They yield us but a moment's joy,
And end in death at last.

3 But, if true wisdom we possess,
Our joys shall never cease;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

4 O may we, in our youthful days,
Attend to wisdom's voice;
And make these holy, happy ways,
Our own delightful choice!

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Prayer for the Holy Spirit. L. M.
Effingham.

1 My Father, when I come to thee,
I would not only bend the knee;
But with my spirit seek thy face,-
With my whole heart desire thy grace.

2 I plead the name of thy dear Son;
All he has said, all he has done;
O may I feel his love for me,
Who died from sin to set me free!

3 To guide me, Lord, be ever nigh;
My sins forgive, my wants supply;
With favor crown my youthful days,
And my whole life shall speak thy praise.

4 Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, impart;
Impress thy likeness on my heart;
Let me obey thy truth in love,

Till raised to dwell with thee above.

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