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Once I admired its trifles too;
But grace has set me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the Lord!

3 As, by the light of opening day,
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my
I bid them all depart:

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choice;

His name, and love, and pardoning voice,
Have fix'd my wandering heart.

5 Now, Lord! I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to Thee:-

But may I hope that Thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me?

6 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt thy will;

For if Thou hadst not loved me first,
I had refused Thee still.

HYMN 136.

(C. M. ATTERCliffe.)

The Christian's life hid with Christ in God. Col. iii. 3. 1 To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task!

Nor less to praise Him, when He grants
Beyond what I can ask.

2 My labouring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy ;

With how much tenderness He speaks,
And helps me to reply.

3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,
Such secrets to declare ;

Like precious wines, their taste they lose, Exposed to open air.

4 But this with boldness I proclaim, Nor care if thousands hear;

Sweet is the memory

of his name;

Not life itself so dear.

5 And can you frown, my former friends,
Who knew what once I was,

And blame the song that thus commends
The Man who bore the cross?

6 Trust me, I drew the likeness true,
And not as fancy paints;

Such honour may He give to you ;—
For such have all his saints.

HYMN 137.

(C. M. ST. ANN's.)

Jehovah our Righteousness. Isa. xxiii. 6. 1 GREAT God! how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise,

And slides into my prayer,

2 When I would speak what Thou hast done,

To save me from
my sin,

I cannot make thy mercies known,
But self-applause creeps in.

3 Divine desire that holy flame, Thy grace creates in me; Alas impatience is its name,

When it returns to Thee.

4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow!

While self upon the surface floats,..
Still bubbling from below.

5 Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine;

The Lord shall be my righteousness,
The Lord for ever mine.

HYMN 138.

(C. M. HARLEY.)

The contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15.

1 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God! in mine
A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

3 I sometimes think myself inclined
To love Thee, if I could;

But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.

4 My best desires are faint and few;
I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry, "my strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go;
But find no comfort there.

6 Oh! make this heart rejoice or ach;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.

HYMN 139.

(C. M. PLEYEL..)

For communion with God.

1 O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord!
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd !
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet Messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only Thee."

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

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The all sufficiency of the grace of Christ.
1 OPPRESS'D with unbelief and sin,
Fightings without, and fears within,
While earth and hell, with force combin❜d,
Assault and terrify my mind;

2 What strength have I against such foes,
Such hosts and legions to oppose?
Alas! I tremble, faint, and fall;
Lord! save me, or I give up all.

4 Thus sorely press'd, I sought the Lord, To give me some supporting word; Again I sought, and yet again;

I waited long, but not in vain.

4 Oh! 'twas a gracious word indeed, Exactly suited to my need;

"Sufficient for thee is my grace; "Thy weakness my great power displays."* 5 Now I despond and mourn no more; I welcome all I fear'd before;

2 Cor. xii, 9.

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