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O might I now embrace
Thy all-sufficient power;
HYMN 106. 8 lines 7's, 6's, & 1-8.
JESUS, let thy pitying eye
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep;
On me be all long-suffering shewn ;
Give me, through thy dying love,
If now I would myself bemoan: Turn, &c. 4 See me, Saviour, from above; Nor suffer me to die :
Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, &c.
5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd
The first apostate man;
Saw him weltering in his blood,
Speak my paradise restor❜d,
Redeem me by thy grace alone: Turn, &c.
6 Look, as when thy pity saw
7 Look, as when thy grace beheld
Dried her tears, her pardon seal'd,
He turns, and looks, and cries, ""Tis
O my bleeding, loving Lord,
HYMN 107. L. M.
Tspirit of Power, and Health & Love,)
HE Spirit of the Lord our God,
The Father hath on Christ bestow'd,
And sent him from his throne above:
2 Prophet and Priest, and King of Peace,
3 Sinners, obey the heavenly call,
Your prison-doors stand open wide:
6 To make them trees of righteousness,
For Mourners convinced of Sin.
NSLAV'D to sense, to pleasure prone,
Father, our helplessness we own,
And trembling taste our food.
2 Trembling we taste; for, ah! no more
3 Curs'd for the sake of wretched man,
4 Grov'ling on earth we still must lie,
5 Come, then, our heavenly Adam, come,
6 The bondage of corruption break;
Thy only will we fain would seek;
save us from our own.
7 Turn the full stream of nature's tide; Let all our actions tend
To thee our source: thy love the guide;
8 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be;
HYMN 109. 8 lines 7's, 6's, & 1-8.
Ever gasping after rest,
I cannot find it nigh:
Naked, sick, and poor,
Fast bound in sin and misery, Friend of sinners, let me find My help, my all in thee!
2 I am all unclean, unclean,
My whole heart is sick of sin,
Full of putrefying sores,
Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul Looks to Jesus, help implores, And gasps to be made whole. 3 In the wilderness I stray, My foolish heart is blind; Nothing do I know; the way Of peace I cannot find: Jesus, Lord, restore my sight, And take, O take the veil away; Turn my darkness into light, My midnight into day. 4 Naked of thine image, Lord, Forsaken and alone: Unrenew'd and unrestor'd, I have not thee put on : Over me thy mantle spread,
Send down thy likeness from above; Let thy goodness be display'd,
And wrap me in thy love.
5 Poor, alas, thou know'st I am,
6 Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Be the wanderer's resting-place,
Make me rich, for I am poor;