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The Woman of Canaan.

The fulness of thy promise prove,

The seal of thy eternal love?
2 A poor blind child I wander here,

If haply I may feel thee near:
Oh, dark! dark ! dark! I still must say,

Amidst the blaze of gospel-day.
3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,

And cast the world and flesh behind:
Thou, only thou, to me be given,

Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.
4 When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesus, my soul shall fly to thee:
Jesus, when I have lost my all,

I shall upon thy bosom fall.
5 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?

Thou wilt in no-wise cast me out,
A helpless soul that comes to thee,

With only sin and misery.
6 Lord, I am sick,-my sickness cure :

I want,--do thou enrich the poor:
Under thy mighty hand I stoop;

Oh, lift the abject sinner up!
7 Lord, I am blind,-be thou my sight;

Lord. I am weak,-be thou my might:
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee.

c. WESLEY.

HYMN 460. 8-7's & 6's.

The Woman of Canaan.
LORD, regard my earnest cry,

A potsherd of the earth!
A poor guilty worm am I,

A Canaanite by birth:
Save me from this tyranny;

From all the power of Satal bare:
Mercy, mercy upon me,

Thou Son of David, have.

Seeking Salvation.

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To the sheep of Israel's fold,

Thou in thy flesh wast sent;
Yet the Gentiles now behold

In thee their covenant:
See me, then, with pity, sce,

A sinner whom thou cam'st to save:
Mercy, mercy upon me,

Thou Son of David, have.
Still I cannot part with thee;

I will not let thee go:
Mercy, mercy upon me,

Thou Son of David, show:
Vilest of the sinful race,

On thee importunate I call:
Help me, Jesus: show thy grace:

Thy grace is free for all.
Nothing am I in thy sight;

Nothing have I to plead :
Unto dogs it is not right

To cast the children's bread:
Yet the dogs the crumbs may eat,

That from their Master's table fall:
Let the fragments be my meat!

Thy grace is free for all.
As thy grace for all is free,

Thy call now let me hear;
Show this token unto me,

And bring salvation near ;
Now the gracious word repeat,

The word of healing to my soul:
“Canaanite, thy faith is great ;
Thy faith has made thee whole."

C. WESLEY.

HYMN 461. L.M.

Seeking Salvation. My God, if I may call thee mine,

From heaven and thee removed so far: Draw nigh, thy pitying ear incline,

And cast not out my languid prayer.

Pleading the Blood of Christ.

2 Gently the weak thou loy'st to lead :

Thou lov'st to prop the feeble kuee: Oh, break not then a bruised reed,

Nor quench the smoking flax in me. 8 Buried in sin, thy voice I hear,

And burst the barriers of my tomb; In all the marks of death appear;

Forth at thy call, though bound, I come 4 Give me, oh, give me fully, Lord,

Thy resurrection's power to know; Free me indeed, repeat the word,

And loose my bands, and let me go. 5 Fain would I go to thee, my God;

Thy mercies and my wants to tell:
To feel my pardon seal'd in blood;

Saviour, thy love I wait to feel.
6 Freed from the power of cancell'd sin,

When shall my soul triumphant prove?
Why breaks not out the fire within,
In flames of joy, and praise, and love?

c. WESLEY.
HYMN 462. 4-7's.

Pieading the Blood of Christ.
GRACIOUS God, thou seest in me
Only sin and misery;
Look on thy beloved Son,

See what he for me has done.
2 Turn from me thy glorious eyes,

To that spotless sacrifice ;
To that full atonement made,

To that utmost ransom paid;
3 To the blood that speaks above,
Calls for thy forgiving love:
To the tokens of his death,
Here exhibited beneath.
4 Hear his blood's availing cry;
Let thy bowels then reply;
Then through him the sinner see;
Then in Jesus look on me. C. WESLEY.

Only sin and beloved as done.

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HYMN 463. L.M.

Unfaithfulness confessed.
SAVIOUR, I now with shame confess
My thirst for creature happiness :
By base desires I wrong'd thy love,

And forced thy mercy to remove.
2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke,

But when thou didst thy grace revoke:
And when thou didst thy face conceal,

Thy absence I refused to feel.
3 I knew not that the Lord was gone;

In my own froward will went on:
I lived to the desires of men,

And thou hast all my wanderings seen. 4 Yet, oh, the riches of thy grace!

Thou who hast seen my evil ways,
Wilt freely my hackslidings heal,

And pardon on my conscience seal. 6 For this I at thy footstool wait,

Till thou my peace again create;
Fruit of thy gracious lips, restore
My peace, and bid me sin no more.

C. WESLEY,
HYMN 464. S.M.

Seeking Peace with God.
AND wilt thou yet be found?

And may I still draw near?
Then listen to the plaintive sound

Of a poor sinner's prayer.
Jesus, thy aid afford,

If still the same thou art:
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord !

Lift up my helpless heart.

The Lord turned and looked on l'eter.

2 Thou seest my troubled breast,

The struggles of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,

The agonies I feel:
The daily death I prove,

Saviour, to thee is known:
"Tis worse than death my God to love,

And not my God alone. 3 O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace :
I know thou canst pronounce the word,

And bid the tempest cease.
I long to see thy face;

Thy Spirit I implore;
The living water of thy grace,
That I may thirst no more.

C. WESLEY.

HYMN 465. 8-7's & 6's. The Lord turned and looked on Peter.

JESUS, let thy pitying eye

Call back a wandering sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep;
Let me be by grace restored;
On me be all long-suffering shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,

The humble contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
See me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die;.
Life, and happiness, and love,

Drop from thy gracious eye:

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