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HYMN XXXIII. C. M.

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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,
And think ourselves fincere :
But fhew us, Lord, is ev'ry one
Thy real worshipper?"

3 Is here a foul that knows thee not,
Nor feels his want of thee?
A ftranger to the blood which bought
His pardon on the tree?

4 Convince him now of unbelief,
His defp'rate ftate explain :

And fill his heart with facred grief,
And penitential pain.

5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead' And bid the fleeper, rife;

And bid his guilty confcience dread,
The death that never dies.

6 Extort the cry, What must be done
To fave a wretch like me?
Now fhall a trembling finner fhun
That endless mifery?

7 I must this inftant now begin
Out of my fleep to wake,
And turn to God, and ev'ry fin
Continually forfake.

8 I muft for faith inceffant cry,
And wrestle, Lord, with thee
I must be born again, or die
To all eternity!

HYMN XXXIV.

C. M.

OME, O thou all-victorious Lord,
Thy pow'r to us make known

Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break these hearts of ftone.

2 O that we all might now begin
Our foolishness to mourn!
And turn at once from every fin,
And to the Saviour turn.

3 Give us ourselves and thee to know,
In this our gracious day :
Repentance unto life beftow,
And take our fins away.

4 Convince us firft of unbelief,
And freely then release:
Fill ev'ry foul with facred grief,
And then with facred peace.

5 Impov'rish, Lord, and then relieve,
And then enrich the poor:
The knowledge of our fick nefs give,
The knowledge of our cure.

6 That bleffed fenfe of guilt impart,
And then remove the load:

Trouble and wash the troubled heart,
In the atoning blood.

7 Our defp'rate ftate, through fin, declare, And speak our fins forgiv'n:

By perfect holiness, prepare
And take us up to heav'n.

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XXXV. C. M.

ONG have I feem'd to serve thee, Lord,
With unavailing pain;

Fafted, and pray'd, and read thy word,
And heard it preach'd in vain.

2 Oft did I with th' affembly join,
And near thy altar drew;
A form of godliness was mine,
The pow'r I never knew.

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I refted in the outward law,
Nor knew its deep defign;
The length and breadth I never faw,
Nor height, of love divine.

4 To please thee thus, at length I fee,
Vainly I hop'd and strove:

For what are outward things to thee,
Unless they spring from love?

5 I fee the perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;

Our full confent, our whole defires,
Our undivided hearts.

6 But I of mcans have made my boaft,
Of means an idol made:

The fpirit in the letter loft,
The fubftance, in the fhade,

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.

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HYMN XXXVI. C. M.

OD is in this and ev'ry place;
But O! how dark and void,
To me, 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth, without my God.

2 Empty of him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart :
Till he his glorious self reveals,
The veil is on my heart.

3 O thou who feeft and know'ft my grief,
Thyfelf unfeen, unknown,

Pity my helpless unbelief,

And break my heart of stone.

4 Regard me with a gracious eye,
The long-fought bleffing give:
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face, and live.

5 A darker foul did never yet

Thy promis'd help implore:
O that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lofe him more!

6 Now, Jefus, now the Father's love
Shed in my heart abroad :
The middle wall of fin remove,
And let me into God.

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HYMN XXXVII, C. M.

HOU hidden God, for whom I groan,
Till thou thyfelf declare ;

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God, inacceffible, unknown,
Regard a finner's pray'r.

2 A finner welt'ring in his blood,
Unpurg'd and unforgiv'n;
Far diftant from the living God,
As far as hell from heav'n.
3 An unregen'rate child of man,
To thee for faith i call;
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
And raife me from my fall!

4 The darkness which, thro' thee, I feel,
Thou, only canft remove;
Thine own eternal pow'r reveal,
The Deity of Love!

5 I am in unbelief fhut up,

But grace can let me go;
In hope, belicving against hope,
I wait the truth to know.

6 Thou wilt in me reveal thy name,
Thou wilt thy light afford;
Bound and opprefs'd, yet thine I am,
The pris'ner of the Lord.

7 I would not to thy foe fubmit;
I hate the tyrant's chain,

Send forth thy pris'ner from the pit,
Nor let me cry in vain.

8 Shew me the blood, that bought my peace, The cov'nant blood apply!

And all my griefs at once thall cease,
And all my fins fhall die.

9 Now, Lord, if thou art pow'r, defcend;
The mountain fin remove :

My unbelief and troubles end,
If thou art truth and love!