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4 Let needy sinners pray,
Nor from his throne depart;
His mercy will not long delay

To heal the broken heart.

5 Since Jesus pleads above,
The God of grace will hear,
And give the blessings of his love,
When humble souls draw near.

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Then knock at mercy's gate,
Despair not, but believe;
And still with expectation wait,
Till God the token give.

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Prayer for Seriousness.

HOU God of glorious majesty!
To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry:

An half-awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain;
A sinner born to die.

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
But how insensible!

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to yon heav'nly place,
Or sinks me down to hell!

P. M.

3 O God, mine inmost soul convert;
Eternal things deep on my heart
In all their pow'r impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
To tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness!

4 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?

5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear
My future bliss t' insure!

Thy holy counsel to fulfil,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure !

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale to live,
And reign with thee above;

Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

48 Terror from the Law, & Hope from the Gospel. S. M.

MY former hopes are dead,

My terror now begins;

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I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;

The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But sure a friendly whisper says,
"Flee from the wrath to come.”

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I see, or think I see,

A glimm❜ring from afar;

A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
it while I run,

I'll gaze upon

And watch the rising day.

A Sinner's Prayer.

GOD of my salvation, hear,

And help me to believe;

Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive:
Full of guilt, alas! I am;

But to thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

P. M.

2 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, thou know'st, am poor;
Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

3 Without money, without price,
I come thy love to buy;
From myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of sinners I:

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Take, O take me as I am,

And let me lose myself in thee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Pleading with God for mercy.

P. M.

RIGHTEOUS art thou, O God, yet let me

plead,

Permit the vilest of the fallen race,
To tell his sin, and bow his guilty head,
Before thy mercy-seat, thy throne of grace.

2 As numerous as the stars, or countless sands, My faults, backslidings, and transgressions

are;

Yet look upon my Saviour's bleeding hands,
My pardon, Lord, my pardon's written there.

3 Bring not in judgment me, nor call to mind,
Nor in the balances my doings weigh:
But let me refuge in my Saviour find,
And hide me in him at the awful day!

4 I blush as I approach thee, and confess
My wicked life, my shame, and nakedness:
I know a poorer sinner than I am,

Ne'er ask'd for mercy, or implor'd thy name. 5 Yet vile and filthy as I am I come,

Thy gracious Spirit saith, "There still is

room,"

Thro' all my guilt I make this pow'rful plea, Our Saviour dy'd to ransom such as me,

6 This makes me hope, yet makes my shame increase,

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How could I grieve such love, or friend
like this?

O cover all my sins in thy long vest,
I part confess, Lord cover all the rest.

Distance from God.

O THOU, whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble cry;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye:

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wand'rer mourn!

C. M.

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