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Ο SINNER, bring not tears alone,

Or outward form of prayer,

But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.

2 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee;

Thy secret soul he bids thee bend
In true humility.

3 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near unto our God,

And pray to him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod.

4 O righteous Judge, if thou wilt deign
To grant us what we need,

We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.

ESTHER iv. 16.

E. Jones.

A-men.

I

I'LL go to Jesus, though my sin

Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,

Whatever may oppose.

2 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace.

I

HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord,

I lay my soul beneath thy love:

Here be it sprinkled with thy blood,
Nor ever from thy feet remove!

281. CONTINUED.

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GRACE CHURCH.

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved, for 'tis my last defence,
If I must perish, here to die.

3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.

4 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim:
Hosanna to my Saviour God!
And loudest praises to his name.

"PITY, LORD."
Unknown Writer.

DUFFIELD.

A-men.

7s. 61.

I

PITY, Lord, the child of clay,

Who can only weep and pray

Only on thy love depend:

Thou who art the sinner's friend

Thou, the sinner's only plea

: Jesus, Saviour, pity me!

I LORD, I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;

I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.

2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;

I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord, I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak:

My weakness strengthen, and bestow
The confidence I seek!

4 Yes! I believe; and only thou

Canst give my soul relief,

Lord! to thy truth my spirit bow;
"Help thou mine unbelief!"

A-men.

ICOME, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall!

If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:

Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call.

2 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold him:
Hear him cry before he dies,

It is finished! Sinners, will not this suffice?

3 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude:

None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good.

285 JOHN iii. 14, 15.

A. M. Toplady.

HOLYROOD. 75.

R. Redhead.

WEARY sinner! keep thine eyes

On th' atoning Sacrifice;

View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee.

2 Surely Christ thy griefs hath borne;
Weeping soul, no longer mourn:
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.

D. C.