4 I would be thine; I would embrace The Saviour, and adore;

Inspire with faith, infuse thy grace,
And now my soul restore.

410

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Sincere contrition.

Andrew Reed.

C. M.

FOR that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord,
Acknowledging how just thou art,
And trembling at thy word!
O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow;
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow!

2 Saviour, to me, in pity, give
The sensible distress;

The pledge thou wilt at last receive,
And bid me die in peace:

Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;

My spirit hide with saints above,

My body in the tomb.

411

The Sun of righteousness.

SUN of righteousness, arise
With healing in thy wing;

Charles Wesley.

To my diseased, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.

C. M.

2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel, By thy all-piercing beam:

Lighten mine eyes with faith; my heart With holy hope inflame.

3 My mind, by thy all-quickening power, From low desires set free:

Unite my scattered thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.

4 Father, thy long-lost son receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy
Thy new-made creature crown.

5 Eternal, undivided Lord,
Co-equal One in Three,

On thee all faith, all hope be placed;
All love be paid to thee.

412

Timely penitence.

John Wesley.

C. M.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I view my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought,-

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear?

40 may my broken, contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament;

And early, with repentant tears,
Eternal woe prevent.

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
To give those sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,

Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

Joseph Addison.

413

All things possible to God.

C. M.

THAT Thou wouldst the heavens rend,
In majesty come down,

Stretch out thine arm omnipotent,

And seize me for thine own!

2 Thou my impetuous spirit guide,
And curb my headstrong will;
Thou only canst drive back the tide,
And bid the sun stand still.

3 What though I cannot break my chain,
Or e'er throw off my load?
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.

4 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine, Thou wilt victorious prove;

For everlasting strength is thine,
And everlasting love.

414

The prodigal's return.

Charles Wesley.

C. M.

THE prodigal, with streaming eyes,
From folly just awake,

Reviews his wanderings with surprise;
His heart begins to break.

2 "I starve," he cries, "nor can I bear
The famine in this land,

While servants of my Father share
The bounty of his hand.

3 "With deep repentance I'll return,
And seek my Father's face;
Unworthy to be called a son,
I'll ask a servant's place."

4 Far off the Father saw him move,
In pensive silence mourn,

And quickly ran, with arms of love,
To welcome his return.

5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, And spread the joy around;

The angels tuned their harps anew,—
The long-lost son is found!

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OCK of

ROCK

Rock of ages.

Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.

of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood,

7,6 %

From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath and make me pure.
2 Could my tears forever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

416

CHR

Augustus M. Toplady, alt.

The true Light.

7,6 %.

HRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night: Dayspring from on high, be near, in my heart appear.

Day-star,

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till thou inward life impart,

Glad

my eyes, and warm my heart.

3 Visit then this soul of mine; Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy divine;

Scatter all my unbelief:

More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

417

BY

Y thy birth, and by thy tears;
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy conflict in the hour

Of the subtle tempter's power,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the bitter tears that flowed
Over Salem's lost abode,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;
By the empire all thine own,—
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

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Sir Robert Grant.