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While our waiting souls adore Thee,
Friend of helpless sinners, hear!

By Thy mercy,
0 deliver us, good Lord!

Taught by Thine unerring Spirit,
Boldly we draw nigh to God;

Only in Thy spotless merit,

Only through Thy precious blood:

By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!

From the depth of nature's blindness,
From the hardening power of sin,

From all malice and unkindness,
From the pride that lurks within,

By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!

When temptation sorely presses,
In the day of Satan's power,

In our times of deep distresses,
In each dark and trying hour,

By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord!

Jesu, may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford;

May we, now Thy love possessing,
And at length our fuU reward,

Ever praise Thee,
Thee, our ever glorious Lord! Amen.

54. C. M.

O Lobd, turn not Thy face away

Prom them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life

With tears and bitter cry.

Thy mercy-gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin:

O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.

We need not to confess our fault,

For surely Thou canst tell;
What we have done, and what we are,

Thou knowest very well.

Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,
With tears we come to Thee;

As children that have done amiss,
Fall at their Father's knee.

And need we then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,

When Thou dost know, before we speak,
The thing that we would have?

Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask,

This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer,

O let Thy mercy come! Amen.

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55. 7s.

Savioub, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
O, by all the pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy helpless infant years;
By Thy life of want and tears;
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power;
Turn, O! turn, a favouring eye—
Hear our solemn litany.

By the sacred griefs that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguish'd sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thine hour of dire despair;
By Thine agony of prayer;

By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice;
Listen to our humble cry—
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy deep expiring groan;
By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
O, from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen, to the cry
Of our solemn litany. Amen.

56. c. M.

Come let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;

Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

His voice commands the tempest forth,

And stills the stormy wave; And though His arm be strong to smite,

'Tis also strong to save.

Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd,
The dawn shall bring us light;

God shall appear, and we shall rise
"With gladness in His sight.

Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him, and rejoice;

His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.

As dew upon the tender herb,

Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,

And cheer the thirsty ground;

So shall His presence bless our souls,

And shed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn shall chase away

The sorrows of the night. Amen.

57. L. M.

Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.

They praise the Lamb who once was slain,
But we can add a higher strain;
Not only say, He suffered thus,
But that He suffered all for us.

Jesus, who pass'd the angels by,
Assumed our flesh to bleed and die;
And still He makes it His abode,
As man He fills the throne of God.

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