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Confirm the kind forgiving word,
1 0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
3 And shall our guilty fears prevail
4 Oh, shine on ev'ry sinful heart,
1 LORD, we confess our num'rous faults,
2 But O our souls, for ever praise,
Who turns our feet from dang'rous ways
3 'Tis not by works of righteousness,
4 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew;
We shall appear in glory too,
Peace to the returning Penitent.
1 SWEET is the friendly voice that speaks
2 No healing balm on earth like this
3 Thou still art merciful and kind;
The broken heart 'tis thou canst bind,
4 Let thy bright presence, Lord, restore
C. M. BEDDOME.
1 OUR times of sorrow and of joy,
2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
3 Nor would we drop a murm'ring word,
In thee and thee alone.
4 What is the world with all its store?
When we attempt a rose to pluck,
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
'Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
C. M. GREENE.
1 IT is the Lord-enthron'd in light, Whose claims are all divine;
Yes, gracious God, take what thou please,
2 It is the Lord, who gives us all
3 It is the Lord, should we distrust,
Who cannot do but what is just,
4 It is the Lord, who can sustain
5 It is the Lord, whose matchless skill,
Matter eternity to fill
With ever-growing praise.
Resolution and Example.
1 AII wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may we sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2 May we resolve, with all the heart,
3 O be his service all our joy!
4 O may we never faint nor tire,
Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways;
L. M. DODDRIDGE.
THE righteous Lord, supremely great,
O'er all the earth his power extends;
3 No more, ye wise! your wisdom boast;
4 Rejoice, ye saints, in this alone,
5 Our wisdom, wealth, and power, we find In one Jehovah all combin❜d:
On him we fix our roving eyes,
1 SUBMISSIVE to thy will, O God,
And bow before thy chast'ning rod
2 Why should our foolish hearts complain,
3 How short are all our suff'rings here,
4 Then give, dear Lord, or take away,
C. M. STEELE.
1 AND can our hearts aspire so high,
Lord, at thy feet we fain would lie,
2 We would submit to all thy will,
3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom And bid us wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
4 Our Father, O permit our hearts
S. M. TOPLADY.
Trust in God.
1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
2 Though in a foreign land,
3 His grace will, to the end,
Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things-nor things to come, Shall quench this spark divine.
4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame;
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
His loving kindness shall break through The midnight of the soul.