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The Backslider's Confession and Prayer.
The ruins of my soul repair,
And kindle my relentings now;
To thy sweet yoke my spirit how:
The iron sinew in my neck.
That trembles at the approach of sin
Implant and root it deep within:
HYMN 479. S-8's. The Backslider's Confession and Pruyer. In trouble I seek thee, O God,
Compell’d by the burden I bear; Constrain'd by the stroke of thy rod,
I pour out a penitent prayer:
Extorted, alas! by distress,
And send me an answer of peace. 2 What must a poor prodigal do,
Thy forfeited grace to regain ?
And tell thee my sorrow and pain:
And groan with a sense of my load! ;
I die in my sins and my blood. 3 I own I have sinn'd in thy sight,
Have sinn'd against knowledge and love, And done thy good Spirit despite;
Yet look on my Surety above:
His passion alone is my plea,
His free inexhaustible grace:
And Jesus has died in my place. 4 O Father of mercies, restore,
For Jesus's merits alone,
And give me again to thy Son:
If infinite mercy thou art,
SECTION IV. THE LUKEWARM: CONFESSION, ETC.
HYMN 480. L.M.
Us and our works canst thou behold?
For we are neither hot nor cold.
But do not from our hearts obey;
We dream our slothful lives away. 3 We live in pleasure, and are dead;
In search of fame and wealth we live :
We sometimes seek, but never stri e. 4 A lifeless form we still retain;
Of this we make our empty boast,
The power of godliness is lost.
Quickening and preserving Grace. 6 Better that we had never known
The way to heaven, through saving grace, Than basely in our lives disown,
And slight, and mock thee to thy face. 6 Less grievous will the judgment-day
To Sodom and Gomorrah prove, Than us, who cast our faith away, And trample on thy richest love.
This slumber from my soul;
And Christ shall make thee whole. 2 Lay to thy mighty hand;
Alarm me in this hour;
The thunder of thy power.
Always to watch and pray:
And cast my shield away.
My soul of evil near :
Thy voice still let me hear :
Come back, and walk herein."
And shun the paths of sin. 6 Thou seest my feebleness :
Jesus, be thou my power;
My fortress and my tower. 7 Myself I cannot såve;
Myself I cannot keep;
Whose eyelids never sleep.
My soul to thee alone
And love me to the end. c. WESLEY.
Hymn 482. 6-8's.
Watchfulness. FATHER, to thee I lift my eyes,
My longing eyes and restless heart:
And wait to taste how good thou art;
The saving power of Jesu's name.
Warn'd by thy Spirit's inward call,
And pray that I no more may fall;
But walk in all thy righteous ways. 3 Oh, wouldst thou, Lord, thy servant guard
'Gainst every known or secret foe;
A sober, vigilant mind bestow ;
And when to fight, and when to fly. 4 Oh, never suffer me to sleep
Secure within the verge of hell;
In lowly awe and loving zeal :
And plant that guardian-angel here. 8 Attended by that sacred dread,
And wise from evil to depart,
And rise to purity of heart;
The Soul finds Rest only in God.
HYMN 483. L.M.
On whom I cast my every care,
Inspire, and then accept my prayer. 2 If I have tasted of thy grace,
The grace that sure salvation brings;
And hovering hides me in his wings:
Nor for a moment's space depart:
And keep till he renews my heart. 4 When to the right or left I stray,
His voice behind me may I hear
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near." 6 His sacred unction from above,
Be still my comforter and guide;
And in my loving heart reside.) 6 Jesus, I fain would walk in thee,
From nature's every path retreat ; .
And set upon the rock my feet. 7 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall ;
Oh, reach me out thy gracious hand:
HYMN 484. 6-8's.
Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows;
Inly I sigh for thy repose :