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Guilt confessed and Mercy implerea.

Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down !
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

C. WESLEY

HYMN 466. 8-7's & 6's. Guilt confessed and Mercy implored.

Jesus, Friend of sinners, hear,

Yet once again I pray:
From my debt of sin set clear,

For I have nought to pay:
Speak, oh, speak the kind release:
A poor backsliding soul restore :
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.
For my selfishness and pride,

Thou hast withdrawn thy grace;
Left me long to wander wide,
An outcast from thy face;

But I now my sins confess,
And mercy, mercy, I implore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.
Though my sins as mountains rise,

And swell and reach to heaven,
Mercy is above the skies,

I still may be forgiven:
Infinite my sins' increase,
But greater is thy mercy's store :
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.
Sin's deceitfulness has spread

A hardness o'er my heart;
But if thou thy Spirit shed,

The stony shall depart:
Shed thy love, thy tenderness,
And let me feel thy soft'ning power:
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.

Grieving the Spirit deplored.

5 For this only thing I pray,

And this will I require,
Take the power of sin away,

Fill me with chaste desire;
Perfect me in holiness;
Thy image to my soul restore;
Love me freelv, seal my peace.
And bid me sin no more. C. WESLEY.

HYMN 467. 6-8's.
The Wandering Sinner returning to Christ.

JESUS, in whom the weary find

Their late, but permanent repose:
Physician of the sin-sick mind,

Relieve my wants, assuage my woes;
And let my soul on thee be cast,

Till life's fierce tyranny be past.
2 Loosed from my God, and far removed,

Long have I wander'd to and fro;
O'er earth in endless circles roved,

Nor found whereon to rest below!
Back to my God at last I fly.

For oh, the waters still are high.
& Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,

The things of earth for thee I leave;
Put forth thy hand, thy hand of grace:

Into the ark of love receive:
Take this poor fluttering soul to rest,
And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast.

4 Fill with invi

'Stablish and keep my settled heart;
In thee may all my wandering cease,

From thee no more may I depart:
Thy utmost goodness call to prove:
Loved with an everlasting love. c. WESLEY.

HYMN 468. L.M.
Grieving the Spirit deplored.
STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thy everlasting flight.

Praying to be revisited by the Holy Spirit. 2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,

And long shook off my guilty fears;
And vex'd and urged thee to depart,

For many long rebellious years.
3 Though I have most unfaithful been

Of all whoe'er thy grace received; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; 7. Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ; 4 Yet oh! the chief of sinners spare,

In honour of my great High-Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear

To exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 This only woe I deprecate;

This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;

Nor curse me with this want of love. 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release ;

Upraise me with thy gracious hand;
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to thy promised land.

C. WESLEY.
HYMN 469. 8-8's.
Praying to be revisited by the Holy Spirit.
COME, holy, celestial Dove,

To visit a sorrowful breast;
My burden of guilt to remove,

And bring me assurance and rest :
Thou only hast power to relieve

A sinner, o'erwhelm'd with his load;
The sense of acceptance to give,

And purge him from guilt with thy blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove,

And strangely withheld from my sin; .? And tried by the power of thy love,

My worthless affections to win:
The work of thy mercy revive;

Thy uttermost mercy exert;
And kindly continue to strive,

And hold, till I yield thee my heart.

Mercy for the penitent Backslider

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3 Thy call if I ever have known,

And sigh'd from myself to get free,
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,

And long'd to be happy in thee;
Fulfil the imperfect desire;

Thy peace to my conscience reveal;
The sense of thy favour inspire,

And give me my pardon to feel. 4 If when I had put thee to grief,

And madly to folly return'd,
Thy pity has been my relief,

And lifted me up when I mourn'd;
Thou pitying Spirit of grace,

Relieve me again and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,

To fall and to suffer no more. 5 If now I lament after God,

And gasp for a drop of thy love;
If Jesus has bought thee with blood,

For me to receive from above;
Come, heavenly Comforter, come,

True witness of mercy divine;
And make me thy permanent home,
And seal me eternally thine. c. WESLEY.

HYMN 470. 8-7's.
Mercy for the penitent Backslider.

DEPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ?
I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face:
Would not hearken to his calls:

Grieved him by a thousand falls.
2 Whence to me this waste of love?

Ask my Advocate above :
See the cause in Jesu's face:
Now before the throne of grace,
Jesus speaks, and pleads his blood;
He disarms the wrath of God:
Now my Father's bowels move:
Justice lingers into love,

Union with Christ.

3 Kindled his relentings are:

Me, he now delights to spare:
Cries, “How shall I give thee up ?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop:
There for me the Saviour stands:
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands :
God is love! I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps and loves me still. 4 Jesus, answer from above,

Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wronz forget ?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet?
Now incline me to repent:
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

C. WESLEY.
HYMN 471. C.M.

Union with Christ.
Jesus, the all-sustaining word,

My fallen spirit's hope;
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,

Ah! when shall I wake up
2 Thou, O my God, thou only art

The life, the truth, the way: Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,

My sinking footsteps stay. 3 Of all thou hast in earth below,

In heaven above to give, Give me thy only self to know,

In thee to walk and live.
4 Fill me with all the life of love:

In sacred union join
Me to thyself, and let me prove

The fellowship divine.
5 Open the intercourse between

My longing soul and thee; Never to be broke off again To all eternity.

C. WESLEY.

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