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With cords of love he drew me on,
And half unveil'd his face.

3 Butter and honey did I eat,
And lifted up on high,

I saw the clouds beneath my feet,
And rode upon the sky.

4 Far, far above all earthly things
Triumphantly I rode;

I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings,
And found and talk'd with God.

5 Where am I now? from what a height
Of happiness cast down!
The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.

6 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
For which I sigh in pain!
How shall I 'scape into thy breast,
My Eden now regain?

Mear.] HYMN 89. C. M.

FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest:

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Islington.] HYMN 90. L. M.

1 HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 Oh! wash my soul from every sin!
And make my guilty conscience clean!
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy work,

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Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Wells.] HYMN 91. L. M.

H! Lord, with trembling I confess,

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The salt may lose its seasoning power,
And never, never find it more!

2 Lest that my fearful case should be,
Each moment knit my soul to thee:
And lead me to the mount above,
Through the low vale of humble love.

Condolence.] HYMN 92. 4 lines 7's.

1

DEPTH of can

EPTH of mercy! can there be

Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provok'd him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls:
Griev'd him by a thousand falls.

3 Kindled his relentings are,
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, "how shall I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

4 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands!
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.

5 Jesus, answer from above,
Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet?

6 Now incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament!
Now my foul revolt deplore!
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Amsterdam.] HYMN 93. 8 lines 7's & 6's.

WILL hearken what the Lord

Will say concerning me;
Hast thou not a gracious word
For one who waits on thee?
Speak it to my soul, that I

May in thee have peace and power;
Never from my Saviour fly,

And never grieve thee more.
2 How have I thy Spirit griev'd,
Since first with me he strove!
Obstinately disbeliev'd,

And trampled on thy love!
I have sinn'd against the light;
I have broke from thy embrace:
No, I would not, when I might,
Be freely sav'd by grace.

3 After all that I have done

To drive thee from my heart,
Still thou wilt not leave thine own,
Thou wilt not yet depart;
Wilt not give the sinner o'er;
Ready art thou now to save;
Bidst me come as heretofore,
That I thy life may have.

4 0 thou meek and gentle Lamb!
Fury is not in thee;

Thou continuest still the same,
And still thy grace is free;
Still thine arms are open wide,
Wretched sinners to receive:

Thou hast once for sinners died,
That all may turn and live.

5 Lo! I take thee at thy word,
My foolishness I mourn;
Unto thee, my bleeding Lord,
However late, I turn:
Yes; I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to thy speaking blood;
Me, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God.

Old Hundred.] HYMN 94. L. M.

1

AVIOUR, I now with shame confess,
My thirst for creature-happiness;
By base desires I wrong'd thy love,
And forc'd thy mercy to remove.
2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke,
But when thou didst thy grace revoke,
And when thou didst thy face conceal,
Thy absence I refus'd to feel.

3 I knew not that the Lord was gone;
In my own froward will went on;
I liv'd to the desires of men,
And thou hast all my wand'rings seen.
4 Yet, O the riches of thy grace!
Thou, who hast seen my evil ways,
Wilt freely my backslidings heal,
And pardon on my conscience seal.
5 For this I at thy footstool wait,
Till thou my peace again create:
Fruit of thy gracious lips restore
My peace, and bid me sin no more!

6 Far off, yet at thy feet I lie,
(Till thou again thy blood apply;
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