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Joyful at God’s right-hand appear,
A blessing to receive.
3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,
Dragg’d to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?

4 Ah! no:—I still may turn and live,
For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me his grace.

5 I will accept his offers now,
From every sin depart;
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render him my heart.

6 I will improve what I receive, The grace through Jesus given; Sure, if with God on earth I live,

To live with God in heavem.

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1 L*. of God for sinners slaim,
To thee I humbly pray;
Heal me of my grief and pain,
O take my sins away.
From this bondage, Lord, release;
No longer let me be opprest:
Jesus, master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast !

2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out,

Who humbly comes to thee:

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Ne, my God, I cannot doubt
Thy mercy is for me:

Let me then obtain the grace,
And be of paradise possest:

Jesus, master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast !

3 Worldly good I do not want:

Be that to others given:

Only for thy love I pant;
My all in earth or heaven;

This the crown I sain would seize, -
The good wherewith I would be blest:

Jesus, master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!

4 This delight I sain would prove, And then resign my breath, - Join the happy few whose love Was mightier than death! s Let it not my Lord displease, That I would die to be thy guest! | Jesus, master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast!

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1 THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear !
Thy words to hear, thy pow'r to feel:
Suffer the sinners to draw near,
And graciously receive us still.

\ 2 They that be whole, thyself hast said,
No meed of a physician have ;
But I am sick, and want thine aid,
And wait thine utmost pow'r to save.

3 Thy pow'r and truth, and love divine,
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of thine,
The most invet’rate plague can curs.

4 Helpless, howe'er, my spirit lies,
And long hath languish’d at the pool,
A word of thine shall make it rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.

5 Eighteen, or eight and thirty years,
Or thousands, are alike to thee;
Soon as thy loving grace appears,
My plague is gone; my heart is free,

6 Make this the acceptable hour !
Come, O my soul’s physician, thou!
Display thy sanctifying pow'r,
And show me thy salvation now.

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1 Y sufferings all to thee are known,
Tempted in every point like me;
Regard my grief, regard thy own;
Jesus, remember Calvary:

2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers!
Thy agony and sweat of blood!
Thy strong and bitter cries and tears!
Thy mortal groan, “My God! my God!”

3 For whom didst thou the cross endure?
Who nail'd thy body to the tree?
Did not thy death my life procure?
O let thy bowels answer me!

4 Art thou not touch’d with human wo?
Hath pity left the Son of Man?
Dost thou not all my sorrows know,
And claim a share in all my pain?

5 Have knot heard, have I not known,
That thou, the everlasting Lord,
Whom heaven and earth their Maker own,
Art always faithful to thy word?

6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
Or quench the smallest spark of grace,
Till through the soul thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness.

7 The day of small and feeble things,
I know thou never wilt despise;
I know, with healing in his wings,
The Sun of Righteousness shall rise.
8 With labour faint, thou wilt not fail,
Or, wearied, give the sinner o’er,
Till in this earth thy judgments dwell,
And, born of God, I sin no more.

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1 OW sad our state by nature is:
Our sin how deep it stains:
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there’s a voice of sov’reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word:
Ho! ye despairing sinners come,
And trust a faithful Lord.

3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
O help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, nto thy arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus and my all.

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- Fo: of lights, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy ev’ry creature needs:

Whose goodness providently migh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry:
To thee I look, my heart prepare;
Suggest and hearken to my prayer.

2 Since, by thy light, myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee:
Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say:
Thou seest my wants, for help they call,
Amd ere I speak thou know'st them all.

3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will,
Averse to good, and prone to ill;
Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Nor check’d by fear, nor charm'd by love.

4 Fain would I know as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan:
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.

5 Ah, give me, Lord, myself to feel,
My total misery reveal:
Ah, give me, Lord, (I still would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray:
My business this, my only care,
My life, my every breath be prayer.

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1 THAT I could repent! O that I could believe :

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