Matthew xi. 28.

5 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

6 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God,
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of Thy dying love;

7 This moment would I take it up,
And after my dear Master bear,
With Thee ascend to Calvary's top,
And bow my head and suffer there.

8 I would: but Thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release;

Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with Thy perfect peace.

9 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let Thy chariot-wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away.

10 One deep unto another cries,

My misery, Lord, implores Thy grace:
When wilt Thou hear, and bow the skies?
When shall I see my Jesu's face?

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12 Give me Thy life; for Thou my death
Hast swallow'd up in victory,

Quicken'd me with Thy latest breath,
And died that I might live to Thee.

13 This, only this, is all my hope,

And doth my sinking soul sustain ;
Thy faithful mercies hold me up,
My Saviour did not die in vain.

14 Answer Thy death's design in me;

The guilt and power of sin remove,
Redeem from all iniquity,

Renew, and perfect me in love.

I. TIMOTHY I. 15.

"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners."

I JESU, Sin-atoning Lamb,
Jesu, Lover of Thy foe,

Let me feel Thy sovereign name,
Let me all its virtue know;

Hear my cry out of the deep,

Haste and help a friendless soul,
Seek and save a wandering sheep,
Make a sin-sick sinner whole.

2 Burden'd am I, and opprest,

Till Thou dost remove my load;
Weary, till Thou give me rest;

Guilty, till I feel Thy blood.

I Timothy i. 15.

See me, a mere sinner see,

Miserable, poor, and blind, Till I lose my all in Thee,

Till in Thee my all I find.

3 What have I Thy grace to move?
Beast and devil is my name;

God I hate, and sin I love,
Sin I love, and sin I am:
Yet I mean Thy grace to try ;

Sinners if Thou canst receive,
Here I am, their captain I;

Wouldst Thou have me die or live?

4 Thou the Potter, I the clay,

Nothing have I, Lord, to plead,
Nothing have I, Lord, to say:
Bid me live, or strike me dead.

I cannot in judgment stand:

Raise; or slay me with Thy breath;
Guilty, I shall feel Thine hand,
Guilty of eternal death.

5 Trembling I expect my fate,
If Thou as my Judge appear;
If Thou art my Advocate,
Jesus, what have I to fear?
Jesus is the Sinners' Friend,

Sinners Jesus came to save;

Jesus, I on Thee depend,

Peace and power in Thee I have.

6 I the golden sceptre see,

(Self-despairing as I was,)

Now, even now, reach'd out to me;
I receive Thy pardoning grace.

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Of Thy grace I cannot doubt;
Sinners to Thy wounds who fly
Thou in no wise wilt cast out:
Lo! I come, the sinner I !

7 Thou shalt make me white as snow,
Though my soul be black as hell;
Never from Thy cross I go,

Safe within Thy wounds I dwell. Other refuge have I none,

None do I desire beside;

Friend of Sinners, I am one;

Save me, who for me hast died.

ACTS XVI. 31.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved."

I WHAT shall I do, my God, my God?
I ask in Jesu's name;
Unsanctified and unrenew'd,

I still remain the same.

2 Sin, only sin, in me I find;

I cannot subject be

To Thy command; my carnal mind
Is enmity to Thee.

3 But Thou canst wash the leper clean,
The stone to flesh convert,

Canst make the Ethiop change his skin,
And purify my heart.

Acts xvi. 31.

4 Then only, when by grace renew'd,

My will with Thine shall suit :
O make the tree of nature good,
And good shall be its fruit.

5 I strive in all I do to please,
With endless grief and pain,

But cannot, Lord, from sinning cease,
Till I am born again.

6 With Thee my virtue is but vice,
My good is specious ill;
'Tis self, 'tis nature in disguise,
And I am carnal still.

7 No work of mine, or word, or thought
Thy judgment can abide ;
Thy glory, Lord, I never sought,
For all my soul is pride.

8 What have I then wherein to trust?
How must I come to Thee?
Foul as I am, condemn'd and lost,
Thy Son hath died for me.

9 Jesus hath died that I might live,
Might live to God alone,

In Him eternal life receive,
And be in spirit one.

10 Saviour, I thank Thee for the grace,

The gift unspeakable,

And wait, with arms of faith to' embrace,

And all Thy love to feel.

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