Just and faithful as Thou art,

Hear me now my sins confess,
Hear, and purify my heart
From all unrighteousness.

4 Lord, I look to be made clean
From every sinful blot,
All unrighteousness and sin,

In deed, and word, and thought;
Evil shall not here abide,

Sin shall have no place in me,
From the' iniquity of pride

And self I shall be free.

5 I shall be redeem'd from all,
Unless Thy word is vain;
Here recover from my fall,
My Eden here regain;
Jesus shall His image here
Perfectly in me restore;
God shall in my flesh appear,
And sin subsist no more.

THEY THAT WAIT ON THE LORD SHALL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH.

[Isaiah xl. 31.]

I LORD, I believe Thy every word,

Thy every promise, true;

And lo! I wait on Thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.

They that wait on the Lord, &c.

2 If in this feeble flesh I may

Awhile show forth Thy praise, Jesu, support the tottering clay, And lengthen out my days.

3 If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour's name,

Let Him who raised Thee from the dead
Quicken my mortal frame.

4 Still let me live Thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;

And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.

5 My time and life are in Thy hand;
No more for death I groan,
Still let the ruinous mansion stand
Till all Thy will be done.

6 My life I know Thou canst repair,
And give a stronger thread;
But, Lord, of this I take no care,
For O my soul is dead!

7 Health I shall have, if that be best;
But what is health to me?

Alas! my spirit cannot rest,

Till it is whole with Thee.

8 The spirit of an healthful mind: For this I wait in pain,

This precious pearl I long to find,

And to be born again.

9 Spare me till I my strength of soul,
Till I Thy love, retrieve;

Till faith shall make my spirit whole,
And perfect soundness give.

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10 Faith to be heal'd Thou know'st I have,
From sin to be made clean;

Able Thou art from sin to save,
From all indwelling sin.

11 Surely Thou canst, I do not doubt,
Thou wilt Thyself impart,

The bond-woman's base son cast out,
And take up all my heart.

12 I shall my ancient strength renew;
Thy excellence Divine

(If Thou art good, if Thou art true)
Throughout my soul shall shine.

13 I shall, a weak and helpless worm,
Through Jesus strengthening me,
Impossibilities perform,

And live from sinning free.

14 For this in steadfast hope I wait:
Now, Lord, my soul restore;

Now the new heavens and earth create,
And I shall sin no more.

THE THINGS WHICH ARE IMPOSSIBLE WITH MEN ARE POSSIBLE TO GOD.

[Luke xviii. 27.]

I WHAT a mystery am I,

A mystery of sin,

Full of all iniquity,

Unholy and unclean!

The things which are impossible with men, &c. 283

Every thought of all our hearts
Only evil always is;

Now I know my inward parts
Are very wickedness.

2 Stripp'd of every boasted grace,
Of every show of good,
Still I am but what I was,
Unchanged and unrenew'd.
Dust and ashes is my name;
Sinful dust and ashes, I,
Bearing all my sin and shame,
At Jesu's feet I lie.

3 From a thing like me unclean,
A clean and holy thing
Who of all the sons of men
Can ever hope to bring?

All our strife at last must cease,

All our strength and wisdom fail;
Such a work we must confess
With man impossible.

4 But shall human weakness dare
To limit strength Divine;
Teach almighty Wisdom where
To lay the measuring line?
Yes; we give our God the lie,

Trample on the' all-cleansing blood;

From all sin to save, we cry,
This is too hard for God.

5 Still we listen to our foe,
His other gospel hear:

"No perfection is below;

No love that casts out fear :

Fear and sin must still remain,

Still in you maintain their seat; Sin sometimes will always reign, And force you to submit."

6 Soon as Satan gives the word,
His advocates for sin

Witness with their lying lord,-
"Ye never can be clean
From all sin, while here below;
Do not you the word receive;
God's own word may tell you so,
But do not you believe !"

7 Flesh and blood cry out amain:
"It cannot, cannot be !

All my faith and hope is vain,
From sin to be set free;

I with only evil fraught,

Full of desperate wickedness,
I who sin in every thought,
Can I from sinning cease?"

8 World, and sin, and Satan, go
And ask my faithful Lord;
Surely I the truth shall know,
For He hath spoke the word:
Whether every perfect one

Shall not as his Master be,
Thou shalt shortly make it known,
Shalt answer, Lord, for me.