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MYA drowsy powers, why
sleep ye se ?
2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
And show my sins forgiven?
In the Redeemer's blood :
That I am born of God.
The pledge of joys to come;
Safely convey me home!
Bethel.] HYMN 45. C. M. 1
Awake, my sluggish Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.
See how they toil and strive!
How negligent we live !
And stars their courses move;
Come flying from above. 4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good,
He purchas'd with his blood.
And never act our parts ? Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts.
6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous souls to rise ;
But, O! how dark and void;
This earth without my God.
Till he his light impart:
The veil is on my heart.
Thyself unseen, unknown;
And break my heart of stone. 4 Regard me with a gracious eye,
The long-sought blessing give;
Behold thy face and live. 5 A darker soul did never yet
Thy promis'd help implore:
And never lose him more!
Shed in my heart abroad;
And let me into God.
Regard a sinner's prayer!
A sinner welt'ring in his blood,
Unpurg'd and unforgiven; Far distant from the living God,
As far as hell from heaven.
To thee for faith I call;
And raise me from my fall.
Thou only canst remove;
Thy everlasting love.
That grace may let me go;
I wait the truth to know.
Thou wilt thy light afford;
The prisoner of the Lord.
I hate the tyrant's chain;
Nor let me cry in vain.
The covenant blood apply,
And all my sins shall die. 5 Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend!
The mountain-sin remove;
If thou art Truth and Love.
What thou for me hast done!
And God is all my own.
Angels' Hymn.] HYMN 48. L. M. 1 HOU man of griefs, remember me, Thy last mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat! 2 When wrestling in the strength of prayer,
Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; Thy feeble flesh abhorr’d to bear
The wrath of an Almighty God. 3 Father, if I may call thee so,
Regard my fearful heart's desire. Remove this load of guilty wo,
Nor let me in my sins expire! 4 I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll. 5 To thee my last distress I bring ;
The heighten'd fear of death I find; The tyrant, brandishing his sting,
Appears, and hell is close behind. 6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee; save, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me! Mourner.] HYMN 49. L. M. 1 ORD Jesus, when, when shall it be,
When will this war of passions cease,
And my free soul enjoy thy peace? 2 Here I repent, and sin again;
Now I revive, and now am slain;
30 Saviour, when, when shall I be
A garden seal'd to all but thee?
But live and grow to thee alone? 4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force; Still make me walk, still make me tend, By thee, my way, to thee, my end !
Mourner.] HYMN 50. L. M. 1
The helpless all for succour came; The sick to be reliev'd and heal'd,
And found salvation in thy name. 2 With publicans and harlots I,
In these thy Spirit's Gospel days,
And humbly sue for saving grace.
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor ; Weary, I come to thee for rest,
And, sick of sin, implore a cure. 4 My sin's incurable disease,
Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal;
And pardon on my conscience seal. 5. A touch, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean; Purge the foul inbred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom sin. 6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart;
And stamp thine image on my heart.