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UNFAITHFULNESS AND BACKSLIDING
Mourning departed joys.
SWEET was the time when first I felt
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
4 But now, when evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail;
I know thy mercy cannot fail;
Sad reflections on spiritual sloth.
MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing hath half thy work to do,
2 Go to the ants! for one poor grain
Yet we, who have a heaven to obtain,
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
We, for whose guard the angel bands
4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,
Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill,
6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
Returning to Christ.
Y head is low, my heart is sad,
Yet, O my Saviour, thou art glad
2 It was thy love that homeward led,
3 O Saviour, in this broken heart
Which longs to reach thee where thou art,
4 Within that bosom which hath shed
Both tears and blood for me,
O let me hide this aching head,
John S. B. Monsell.
For the return of the Spirit.
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
S pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee my God, the living God,
O when shall I behold thy face,
3 I sigh to think of happier days,
4 Why restless, why cast down, my
Tate and Brady.
551 God gracious to the contrite.
YOME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
2 His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave;
His arm, though it be strong to smite,
3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
4 As dew upon the tender herb,
As showers that usher in the spring,
5 So shall his presence bless our souls,
That hallowed morn shall chase away
ARK, my soul! it is the Lord;
His thy Saviour, hear his word:
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee:
2 "I delivered thee when bound,
3 "Can a mother's tender care
4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
God's absence deprecated.
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye;
2 See, at thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn :
3 Shall guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet? O let not this last refuge fail, . This only safe retreat.