5 Open the intercourse between

My longing soul and thee, Never to be broke off again

To all eternity. Mourner.] HYMN 126. L. M. 1 THEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be

The fulness of thy promise prove,

The seal of thine eternal love?
2 A poor blind child I wander here,

If haply I may feel thee near:
O dark! dark! dark! I still must say,

Amidst the blaze of Gospel-day.
3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,

And cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,

Of all thou hast in earth or heaven. 4 When from the arm of flesh set free,

Jesus, my soul, shall fly to thee:
Jesus, when I have lost my all,
I shall upon thy bosom fali.

Luton.] HYMN 127. L. M. 1 THOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave;

Ready the outcasts to receive: Though all my simpleness I own,

And all my faults to thee are known. 2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?

Thou wilt in nowise cast me out,
A helpless soul that comes to thee,

With only sin and misery.
3 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure:

I want, do thou enrich the poor ;
Under thy mighty hand I stoop;
O lift the adjeet singer up!

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4 Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight:

Lord, I am weak, be thou my might:
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee!

Abridge.] HYMN 128. C. M. 1

Display thy saving power: Thy mercy let these outcasts find,

And know their gracious hour.
2 Ah! give them, Lord, a longer space,

Nor suddenly consume:
But let them take the proffer'd grace, :

And flee the wrath to come.
30 wouldst thou cast a pitying look,

All goodness as thou art,
Like that which faithless Peter's broke,

On each obdurate heart!
4 Who thee beneath their feet have trod,

And crucified afresh,
Touch with thine all-victorious blood,

And turn the stone to flesh.
5 Open their eyes thy cross to see,

Their ears to hear thy cries : Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee,

For thee he weeps and dies. 6 All the day long he meekly stands,

His rebels to receive, And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands;

And bids you turn and live.
7 Turn, and your sins of deepest die

He will with blood efface:
E’en now he waits the blood t' apply;

Be sav'd, be sar'd by grace!

3 Be sav'd from hell, from sin, and fear :

He speaks you now forgiven; Walk with your God, be perfect here,

And then come up to heaven.

Mear.] HYMN 129. C. M. 1 MOME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quick’ning powers : Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below,

Fond of these earthly toys ; Our souls how heavily they go,

To reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues

And our devotion dies.
4 Father, and shall we ever live,

At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,

And thine to us so great?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quick’ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,

And that shall kindle ours. Mount Pleasant.] HYMN 130. C. M. 1

And never-ceasing praise ; While angels live to know thy name,

Or men to feel thy grace !
2 With this cold, stony heart of mine,

Jesus, to thee I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,

To be renew'd by thee.

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3 Give me to hide my blushing face,

While thy dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears. 4 O may the uncorrupted Seed,

Abide and reign within:
And thy life-giving word forbid

My new-born soul to sin.
5 Father, I wait before thy throne;

Call me a child of thine:
Send down the Spirit of thy Son,

To form my heart divine.
6 There shed thy promis'd love abroad,

And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, “My Father God!"

With an unwavering tongue.

Abridge.] HYMN 131. C. M.
1
FATI
JATHER, I stretch my hands to thee,

No other help I know;
If thou withdraw thyself from me,

Ah, whither shall I go?
2 What did thine only Son endure,

Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour to secure

My soul from endless death! 3 O Jesus, could I this believe,

I now should feel thy power ; Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve,

Nor let me wait one hour. 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift

My weary, longing eyes:
O let me now receive that gift,

My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die ;

O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie,

Till thou thy Spirit give.
6 The worst of sinners would rejoice,

Could they but see thy face:
O let me hear thy quick’ning voice,

And taste thy pard’ning grace!

Kentucky,] HYMN 132. S. M. 1 O

Inspire a feeble worm, To rush into thy kingdom, Lord,

And take it as by storm. 2 O may we all improve

The grace already given,
To seize the crown of perfect love,

And scale the mount of heaven!

Eutaw.] HYMN 133. 6 lines 8's.

power of faithful prayer!

O What tongue

God's hands or bound or open are,

As Moses or Elijah prays; Let Moses in the Spirit groan,

And God cries out “Let me alone! 2 “Let me alone, that all my wrath,

May rise the wicked to consume; While justice hears thy praying faith,

It cannot seal the sinner's doom : My Son is in my servant's prayer,

And Jesus forces me to spare." 3 0 blessed word of Gospel grace,

Which now we for our Israel plead!