3 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Give the pardon of our sins!
By thine all-restoring merit
Ev'ry burden'd soul release;
Ev'ry weary, wand'ring spirit
Guide into thy perfect peace.

21. For Spiritual Health.

1 HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!

And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from God's sacred word;
Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3 O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this relief;

We would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help our unbelief!

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Teach us, O Lord! to fly:

There may we wash our spotted souls,
From crimes of deepest dye!

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King! Our reigning sins subdue;

Drive the old Dragon from his seat,
And form our souls anew.

6 Poor, guilty, weak, and helpless worms, On thy kind arm we fall;

Be thou our strength and righteousness,
Our Jesus, and our all.

22. The Same.

1 SON of God, thy blessing grant;
Still supply my ev'ry want;

Tree of life! thine influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.
2 Tend'rest branch, alas! am I;
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helpless infancy,
O confirm my soul in thee!
3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall;
Send the strength for which I call!
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I ev'ry moment need.
4 All my hopes on thee depend,
Love me, save me to the end!
Give me the continuing grace;
Take the everlasting praise!

23. Miracles applied.

LORD! to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat;

With pitying eye behold me fall
A leper at thy feet..

2 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin;

But, if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

3 Thou seest me deaf to thy commands;
Open, O Lord! mine ear;

Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands,

And lift them up in pray'r.

4 Silent, alas! thou know'st how long!
My voice I cannot raise;

But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing thy praise.

5 Lame, at the pool I still am found,
Give, and my strength employ ;
Light as an hart I then shall bound,
The lame shall leap for joy.

6 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee,
And dark I am within;

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The love of God I cannot see,

Nor sinfulness of sin.

7 But thou, they say, art passing by, O let me find thee near!

"Jesus, in mercy hear my cry,

"Thou Son of David, hear!" Long have I waited in the way, For thee the heav'nly Light; Command me to be brought and say, "Sinner, receive thy sight."

24. For a clean Heart.
For an heart to love my God!
An heart from sin set free;
An heart that always feels the blood
So freely shed for me!

2 An heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean;

Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.
4 An heart in every thought renew'd,
And fill'd with love divine:

Perfect and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.

5 Thy tender heart is still the same,
Ånd melts at human woe;

Send down thy grace, O blessed Lamb!
That I thy love may know.

6 Thy holy nature, Lord! impart;
Come quickly from above;

Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new best name of love.

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25. Longing after God.

REAT God! indulge my humble claim; Be thou my joy, my hope, my rest; The glories that compose thy name,

Stand all engag'd to make me blest! 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Be thou my Father, and

my

God!
And make me thine by sacred ties,

Thy son, thy servant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look ;

As trav❜lers do in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 O may thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song; And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord my strength and righteousness.

26. The Poor Sinner.

1 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.
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;
Froin myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of sinners, I:
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.

27. The Same.

I JESUS, friend of sinners, hear,
Yet once again, I pray;
From my debt of sin set clear,
For I have nought to pay.
Speak, O speak the kind release;
A poor backsliding soul restore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
2 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread
An hardness o'er my heart;
But if thou thy Spirit shed,
The stony shall depart:
Shed thy love, thy tenderness,

And let me feel thy soft'ning pow'r;
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.

3 For this only thing I pray,

And this will I require,
Take the pow'r of sin away,
Take ev'ry vain desire:
Perfect me in holiness,

Thine image to my soul restore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.

28. Desiring to win Christ.

1 GROUND, O ground me on the Lamb, Other Saviours I disclaim;