I HYMN XXXIII. C. M. TH HOU Son of God, whofe flaming eyes Our inmoft thoughts perceive, Accept the ev'ning-facrifice, Which now to thee we give. 2 We bow before thy gracious throne, 3 Is here a foul that knows thee not, 4 Convince him now of unbelief, And fill his heart with facred grief, 5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead' And bid the fleeper, rife; And bid his guilty confcience dread, 6 Extort the cry, What must be done 7 I must this inftant now begin 8 I muft for faith inceffant cry, HYMN XXXIV. C. M. OME, O thou all-victorious Lord, Strike with the hammer of thy word, 2 O that we all might now begin 3 Give us ourselves and thee to know, 4 Convince us firft of unbelief, 5 Impov'rish, Lord, and then relieve, 6 That bleffed fenfe of guilt impart, Trouble and wash the troubled heart, 7 Our defp'rate ftate, through fin, declare, And speak our fins forgiv'n: By perfect holiness, prepare I L HYMN XXXV. C. M. ONG have I feem'd to serve thee, Lord, Fafted, and pray'd, and read thy word, 2 Oft did I with th' affembly join, 3 I refted in the outward law, 4 To please thee thus, at length I fee, For what are outward things to thee, 5 I fee the perfect law requires Our full confent, our whole defires, 6 But I of mcans have made my boaft, The fpirit in the letter loft, 7 Where am I now, or what my hope? What can my weaknefs do? Jefus, to thee my foul looks up: 'Tis thou maft make it new. I G HYMN XXXVI. C. M. OD is in this and ev'ry place; 2 Empty of him who all things fills, 3 O thou who feeft and know'ft my grief, Pity my helpless unbelief, And break my heart of stone. 4 Regard me with a gracious eye, 5 A darker foul did never yet Thy promis'd help implore: 6 Now, Jefus, now the Father's love I HYMN XXXVII, C. M. HOU hidden God, for whom I groan, ΤΗ God, inacceffible, unknown, 2 A finner welt'ring in his blood, 4 The darkness which, thro' thee, I feel, 5 I am in unbelief fhut up, But grace can let me go; 6 Thou wilt in me reveal thy name, 7 I would not to thy foe fubmit; Send forth thy pris'ner from the pit, 8 Shew me the blood, that bought my peace, The cov'nant blood apply! And all my griefs at once thall cease, 9 Now, Lord, if thou art pow'r, defcend; My unbelief and troubles end, |