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And starting, cry from ruin's brink.
O save me, or I die!
The keen conviction dart! Recall me by that pitying look, That kind upbraiding glance, which broke
Unfaithful Peter's heart. 3 In me thine utmost mercy show, And make me like thyself below,
Unblameable in grace; Ready prepar'd and fitted here, By perfect holiness t appear
Before thy glorious face.
New Sabbath.] HYMN 158. L. M.
On whom for all things I depend,
Inspire, and then accept my prayer. 2 If I have tasted of thy grace,
The grace that sure salvation brings ; If with me now thy Spirit stays,
And hor'ring, hides me in his wings : 3 Still let him with my weakness stay,
Nor for a moment's space depart;
And keep till he renews my heart. 4 When to the right or left I stray,
His voice behind me may I hear,
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near 5 His sacred unction from above,
Be still my comforter and guide,
Till all the stony he remove,
And in my loving heart reside. 6 Jesus, I fain would walk in thee,
From nature's every path retreat :
And set upon the rock my feet. 7 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach me out thy gracious hand!
Only by faith in thee I stand.
A God to glorify;
And fit it for the sky.
My calling to fulfil:
To do my Master's will.
As in thy sight to live;
A strict account to give!
And on thyself rely,
I shall for ever die.
St. Johns.] HYMN 160. 48's & 2 B's. 1 E it my only wisdom here,
With loving gratitude ;
And walking in the good.
20 may I still from sin depart;
Jesus, to me be given !
And find my way to heaven.
TOW vain are all things here below,
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.
Give but a flatt'ring light;
Where we possess delight.
The partners of our blood,
And leave but half for God!
How strong it strikes the sense!
Nor can we call them thence.
My soul's eternal food;
From all created good.
Staford.] HYMN 162. S. M. 1 GE
OD of almighty love,
By whose sufficient grace,
And humbly seek thy face:
And let me in thy goodness trust,
And to thy glory live.
The ever-blessed name.
Thy will by all be done! 3 Spirit of faith, inspire
My consecrated heart;
With all thou hast and art.
And perfectly renew'd,
A worm exalt to God!, New Sabbath.] HYMN 163. L. M. 1 IERCE, fill me with a humble fear,
My utter helplessness reveal ; Satan and sin are always near;
Thee may I always nearer feel. 2 0 that to thee my constant mind
Might with an even flame aspire!
And mark the risings of desire. 3 O that my tender soul might fly
The first abhorr'd approach of ill :
The slightest touch of sin to feel, 4 Till thou anew my soul create,
Still may I strive, and watch, and pray; Humbly and confidently wait,
And long to see the perfect day:
Broadmead.] HYMN 164. ^ 6 lines 8's.
FT have we pass’d the guilty niglat,
The creature was our sole delight,
Our happiness the things of earth,
We choose the better part at last.
We will not let our eyelids sleep;
And all a solemn vigil keep;
Can we not watch one hour for God? 3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake,
Devote our every hour to thee;
And sing with cheerful melody.
And every heart shall dance for joy. 4 Bless'd object of our faith and love,
We listen for thy welcome voice; Our persons and our works approve,
And bid us in thy strength rejoice; Now let us hear the mighty cry,
And shout to find the Bridegroom nigh. 5 Shout in the midst of us, O King
Of saints, and let our joys abound; Let us rejoice, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph in redemption found: We ask in faith for every soul;
O let our glorious joy be full ! 6 O may we all triumphant rise,
With joy upon our heads return,