4 O could I lose myself in thee;

Thy depth of mercy prove; Thou vast, unfathomable sea

Of unexhausted love? 5 My humbled soul, when thou art near,

In dust and ashes lies :
How shall a sinful worm appear,

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Or meet thy purer eyes ?
6 I loathe myself when God I see,

And into nothing fall;
Content if thou exalted be,

And Christ be All in All.

Aylesbury.] HYMN 98. S. M.

JESUS!

10 To thee I make my moan,

Let me again behold thy face,

Call home thy banish'd one.
2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,

And bid me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise ?

Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,

Abundantly forgive.
4 For thine own mercy's sake

Relieve my wretchedness,
And O my pardon give me back,

And give me back my peace!
5 Again thy love reveal,

Restore that inward heaven:
O grant me once again to feel,

Through faith, my sins forgiven.

6 Thy utmost mercy show,

Say to my drooping soul,
In peace and full assurance go,

Thy faith hath made thee whole.

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 99. 6 lines 8's.

Judgment is at thy house begun!
With humble awe thy rod we hear,
And guilty in thy sight appear:
We cannot in thy judgment stand;

But sink beneath thy mighty hand. 2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay,

And still for mercy, mercy, pray:
Unworthy to behold thy face;
Unfaithful stewards of thy grace;
Our sin and wickedness we own,

And deeply for acceptance groan. 3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv’d,

But basely from thy statutes rov'd;
And done thy loving Spirit despite,
And sinn'd against the clearest light;
Brought back thy agonizing pain,

And nail'd thee to the cross again. 4 Yet do not drive us from thy face,

A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race ;
But, O! in tender mercy break
The iron sinew in our neck :
The soft ning power of love impart,
And melt the marble of our heart.

Clarks.] HYMN 100. 7's, 6's, & 1 8. 1

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VATHER, if thou must reprove,
Not in anger, but in love,

Chastise thine humbl'd son !

4 O could I lose myself in thee;

Thy depth of mercy prove; Thou vast, unfathomable sea

Of unexhausted love? 5 My humbled soul, when thou art near,

In dust and ashes lies :
How shall a sinful worm appear,

Or meet thy purer eyes?
6 I loathe myself when God I see,

And into nothing fall;
Content if thou exalted be,

And Christ be All in All.

Aylesbury.] HYMN 98. S. M. 1

JESUS! full of grace,

To thee I make my moan,
Let me again behold thy face,

Call home thy banish'd one.
2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,

And bid me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise ?

Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,

Abundantly forgive.
4 For thine own mercy's sake

Relieve my wretchedness,
And O my pardon give me back,

And give me back my peace!
5 Again thy love reveal,

Restore that inward heaven;
O grant me once again to feel,

Through faith, my sins forgiven.

6 Thy utmost mercy show,

Say to my drooping soul,
In peace and full assurance go,

Thy faith hath made thee whole.

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 99. 6 lines 8's. 1 GOD, thy righteousness we own:

With humble awe thy rod we hear,
And guilty in thy sight appear :
We cannot in thy judgment stand;

But sink beneath thy mighty hand. 2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay,

And still for mercy, mercy, pray:
Unworthy to behold thy face;
Unfaithful stewards of thy grace;
Our sin and wickedness we own,

And deeply for acceptance groan. 3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv'd,

But basely from thy statutes rov'd;
And done thy loving Spirit despite,
And sinn'd against the clearest light;
Brought back thy agonizing pain,

And nail'd thee to the cross again. 4 Yet do not drive us from thy face,

A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race;
But, O! in tender mercy break
The iron sinew in our neck:
The softning power of love impart,
And melt the marble of our heart.

Clarks.) HYMN 100. 7's, 6's, & 1 8.
FATHER lifthona must reprove,

For all I have done,
Not in anger, but in love,

Chastise thine humbl’à son !

Use the rod, and not the sword;

Correct with kind severity; Bring me not to nothing, Lord,

But bring me home to thee. 2 True and faithful as thou art,

To all thy church and me, Give a new, believing heart,

That knows and cleaves to thee. Freely our backslidings heal;

And by thy balmy blood restor’d, Grant that every soul may feel,

Thou art our pard’ning Lord. 3 Might we now with pure desire,

Thine only love request : Now with willing heart entire,

Return to Christ our rest! When we our whole heart resign,

O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee, Thou art ours, and we are thine,

Through all eternity.

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 101. 6 lines 8's. 1 10 !

Let it once more be prov'd in me, That I thy mercy's praise may spread,

For every child of Adam free; 0, let me now the gift embrace ;

o, let me now be sav'd by grace! 2 If all long-suffering thou hast shown

On me, that others may believe, Now make thy loving-kindness known,

Now the all-conquering Spirit give; Spirit of victory and power,

That I may never grieve thee more. 3 Grant my importunate request :

It is not my desire, but thine;

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