“I was shapen in iniquity.”
Psalm 51.

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1 LORD, I am vile-conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;

Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defiled in every part.

3 Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:
Great God! create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true.
4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

5 Jesus, my God! thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone :
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.

6 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease:
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.
Man Sinful by Nature.

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1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin-how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word:

"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord.'

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I would believe thy promise, Lord:
Oh, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:

Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Saviour and my All.

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"There is none that doeth good."
Psalın 14.

1 THE Lord, from his celestial throne, Looked down on things below,

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To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

2 By nature all are gone astray,

Their practice all the same; There's none that fears his Maker's hand; There's none that loves his name.

3 Their tongues are used to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease;

How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace!

4 Such seeds of sin that bitter root -
In every heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit
Till grace refine the ground.

2 O God, my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress!

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.

3 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou, with clouds, shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

4 O Saviour, then my soul receive,
Then bid me in thy presence live,
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

1 On, where shall rest be found Rest for the weary soul?

'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh:

'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

4. There is a death whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.

2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming

sound!

Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away,

While yet a pard'ning God he's found. 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save.

4 In that lone land of deep despair
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise;
No God regard your bitter prayer,
Nor Saviour call you to the skies.

5 Now God invites -how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound!

Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away,
While yet a pard'ning God is found.

"Thou didst set them in slippery places." L. M.

Psalm 73.

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1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked, placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine!

2 But oh, their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

3 Their fancied joys—how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony

Are but a prelude to their plagues.

4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood:
Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God!

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"How should man be just with God?"
Job 9: 2.

1 Ан, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark,
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

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1 LORD, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread!

I was alive without the law,

And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright; But since the precept came

With such convincing power and light, I find how vile I am.

3 My guilt appeared but small before,
Till I with terror saw

How perfect, holy, just, and pure
Is thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load;
My sins revived again:

I had provoked a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were slain.

5 My God! I cry with every breath,

For some kind power to save;
Oh, break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has given
T'escape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, -and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

1 0 LOVE divine, what hast thou done!
The Lord of life hath died for me!
The Father's coëternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree:
Th' incarnate God for me hath died;
The Lord, my Love, was crucified.
2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace Come, sinners, see your Saviour die,

And say, was ever grief like his!
Come, feel with me his blood applied;
The Lord, my Love, was crucified;
3 Was crucified for you and me,

To bring us, rebels, back to God;
Salvation now for us is free;

His church is purchased with his blood:
Pardon and life flow from his side;
The Lord, my Love, is crucified.

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream;
All things for him account but dross,
And give up all our hearts to him:
Of nothing think or speak beside
The Lord, my Love, is crucified.

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“Ask, and ye shall receive."
Matt. 7: 7.

1 "Ask, and ye shall receive,"
On this my hope I build;
I ask forgiveness, and believe
My prayer shall be fulfilled.
2 Seck, and expect to find:

Wounded to death in soul,
I seek the Saviour of mankind,
For he can make me whole.

3 Knock, and with patience wait;
By faith free entrance gain:
I stand, and knock at mercy's gate
Till I thy grace obtain.

4 Shall I then ask in vain;

Seek, and not find the Lord? Knock, and yet no admittance gain, And doubt thy holy word?

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And raise you to my heavenly home. "They shall find rest who learn of me: I'm of a meek and lowly mind;

But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight:

My yoke is easy to his neck,

1 COME, ye with sin distressed,
And wait upon the Lord:
He will bestow the promised rest,
And timely aid afford.

2 What though he hide his face,
And should awhile delay;

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4 Jesus, we come at thy command;

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,

Resign our spirits to thy hand,

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To mold and guide us at thy will.

1 COME unto me, all ye who mourn,
With guilt and fear oppressed;
Resign to me the willing heart,
And I will give you rest.

2 Take up my yoke, and learn of me
A meek and lowly mind;
And thus your weary, troubled souls
Repose and peace shall find.

3 For light and gentle is my yoke:
The burden I impose

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Shall ease the heart which groaned Beneath a load of woes.

Are all engaged for you,
And in affliction's fiery hour
Will bring you safely through.

4 He knows your every pain;

He counts your every tear;

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And, while your mourning souls comHe lends a pitying ear.

5 Then wait his gracious will
In persevering prayer;

His own blest word will he fulfill,
And make your souls his care.

Is whisp'ring, "Sinner, come;"

The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!

? Let him that heareth say

To all about him, "Come;"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the Fountain, come!

A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die:

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Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.

1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come:

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room—

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart:
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart
That trembles at his feet.

4 Oh, come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:

Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

1 RETURN, O wanderer, now return,
And seek thy Father's face!
Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, now return!
He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer, now return!
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely he 'll forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear!

Thy Father calls no longer mourn : His love invites thee near.