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A saved Sinner proclaiming Mercy.
2 Jesus, full of truth and love,
We thy kindest word obey;
Take our load of guilt away:
Cast on thee our sin and care:
HYMN 432. 6-8's.
Hw shall I all to heaven aspire?
A brand pluck'd from eternal fire:
Or sing my great Deliverer's praise?
I should be call'd a child of God:
Bless'd with this antepast of heaven. 3 And shall I slight my Father's love?
Or basely fear his gifts to own? Unmindful of his favours prove?
Shall I, the hallow'd cross to shun, Refuse his righteousness to impart,
By hiding it within my heart? 4 Outcasts of men, on you I call,
Harlots, and publicans, and thieves: He spreads his arms to embrace you all ;
Sinners alone his grace receive: No need of him the righteous have;
He came the lost to seek and save. 5 Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your load of sin; His bleeding heart shall make you roon,
His open side shall take you in : He calls you now, invites you home; Come, O my guilty brethren, come!
6 for you the purple current flow'd
In pardons from his wounded side; Languish'd for you, the Son of God;
For you the Prince of glory died: Believe, and all your sin's forgiven:. Only believe, and yours is heaven.
C. WESLEY, 1: HYMN 423. 6-8 s.
Behold the Lamb of God. SEE, sinners, in the gospel glass,
The Friend and Saviour of mankind; Not one of all the apostate race,
But may in him salvation find; His thoughts, and words, and actions prove,
His life and death-that God is love. 2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears
The sins of all the world away!
He sojourns in a house of clay:
But God with God, is man with men. 3 See where the God incarnate stands,
And calls his wandering creatures home: He all day long spreads out his hands;
Come, weary souls, to Jesus come: Ye all may hide you in his breast; Believe, and he will give you rest. C. WESLEY.
SECTION II. PENITENTS: CONFESSION-SUPPLICA
HYMN 424. C.M.
With unavailing pain :
And heard it preach'd in vain.
And near thy altar drew :
The power I never knew,
Nor knew its deep design;
And height of love divine.
Vainly I hoped and strove;
Unless they spring from love? 5 I see thy perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;
Our undivided hearts.
Of means an idol made;
The substance in the shade.
What can my weakness do?
Suggest and hearken to my prayer.
Praying for Penitence.
3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm’d by love. 4 Fain would I know as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see:
Detest, and loathe myself and sin.
And all my misery reveal :
Praying for Penitence.
See me from thy lofty throne:
Soften this obdurate stone:
Cast a look and break my heart.
Make me restless to return;
Bitterly as Peter mourn;
Now thou know'st I love thee, Lord.
As the Publican distress'd;
Smite on my unworthy breast;
God be merciful to me!
Praying for Penitence.'
4 Oh, remember me for good,
Passing through the mortal vale; Show me the atoning blood,
When my strength and spi its fail :
An humble, contrite heart:
For having grieved my God;
Till sprinkled with thy blood. 2 Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire;
My aching breast inspire;
And melt my hardness down;
My much-offended God;
Of thy afflicting rod :
Thou by thy threat'nings move,
That will not yield to love. 2
Show me the naked sword,
Impending o'er my head : 0.1, let me tremble at thy word,
And to my ways take heed;