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4 Absent from thee, my Light,

Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,

How desolate my way! 5 On this benighted heart

With beams of mercy shine; And let thy voice again impart

A taste of joy divine.

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The wanderer returning.

S. M.
W oft this wretched heart

Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,

Forgetful of his word! 2 Yet mercy calls, “ Return;"

Saviour, to thee I come: My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O take the wanderer home. 3 Thy love so free, so sweet,

Blest Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

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FIRST PART.

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The warning voice of Jesus.

S. M.
YRACIOUS Redeemer, shake

This slumber from my soul ! Say to me now, “ Awake, awake!

And Christ shall make thee whole." 2 Lay to thy mighty hand;

Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand

The thunder of thy power. 3 Give me on thee to call,

Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall,

And cast my shield away.

4 For each assault prepared,

And ready may I be; Forever standing on my guard,

And looking up to thee. 5 O do thou always warn

My soul of evil near;
When to the right or left I turn,

Thy voice still let me hear:
6 “Come back! this is the way;

Come back, and walk therein;" O may I hearken and obey,

And shun the paths of sin.

Charles Wesley.

SECOND PART.

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S. M. Commending the soul to God. MHOU seest

my Jesus, be thou my power, My help and refuge in distress,

My fortress and my tower. 2 Give me to trust in thee;

Be thou my sure abode: My horn, and rock, and buckler be,

My Saviour and my God. 3 Myself I cannot save,

Myself I cannot keep, But strength in thee I surely have,

Whose eyelids never sleep. 4 My soul to thee alone,

Now therefore I commend: Thou, Jesus, love me as thine own,

And love me to the end.

Charles Wesley.

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Restore my peace.

S. M.
JESUS, full of grace,
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To thee I make my moan: Let me again behold thy face,

Call home thy banished one.

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2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,

And bið me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?

Speak, and my soul shall live; Forgive," my stricken spirit cries,

Abundantly forgive. 4 Thine utmost mercy show;

Say to my drooping soul, “In peace and full assurance go;

Thy faith hath made thee whole.” 558

Humility and contrition. 7, 6,8. ESUS, let thy pitying eye

Call back a wandering sheep; False to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep. Let me be by grace restored;

On me be all long-suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,

The humble, contrite heart;
Give what I have long implored,

A portion of thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 3 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, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.

4 Look, as when thy languid eye

Was closed that we might live; “Father,” at the point to die

My Saviour prayed, “ forgive!” Surely, with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, “'Tis

done!" O my bleeding, loving Lord,

Thou break’st my heart of stone!

Charles Wesley.

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The deceitfulness of sin.

7, 6, 8.
ESUS, Friend of sinners, hear

Yet once again, I pray;
From my debt of sin set clear,

For I have naught to pay:
Speak, o speak the kind release;

A poor backsliding soul restore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.
2 For my selfishness and pride

Thou hast withdrawn thy grace;
Left me long to wander wide,

An outcast from thy face;
But I now my sins confess,

And mercy, mercy, I implore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.
3 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread

A hardness o'er my heart;
But if thou thy Spirit shed,

The stony shall depart:
Shed thy love, thy tenderness,
And let me feel thy softening

power;
Love me freely, seal my peace,

And bid me sin no more.

Charles Wesley.

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Zeal implored.

L. M.
THOU who all things canst control,

Chase this dread slumber from my soul;
With joy and fear, with love and awe,
Give me to keep thy perfect law.
2 O may one beam of thy blest light
Pierce through, dispel the shade of night:
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire;
With holy, conquering zeal inspire.
3 For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant;
Yet heavy is my soul, and faint:
With steps unwavering, undismayed,
Give me in all thy paths to tread.
4 With outstretched hands, and streaming eyes,
Oft I begin to grasp the prize;
I groan, I strive, I watch, I pray;
But ah! my zeal soon dies away.
5 The deadly slumber then I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal:
Rise, Lord, stir up thy quickening power,
And wake me that I sleep no more.

From the German. Tr. by J. Wesley.

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Peace in the favor of God.

L. M.
WHERE is now that glowing love

That marked our union with the Lord ? Our hearts were fixed on things above,

Nor could the world a joy afford. 2 Where is the zeal that led us then

To make our Saviour's glory known? That freed us from the fear of men,

And kept our eye on him alone?
3 Where are the happy seasons, spent

In fellowship with him we loved ?
The sacred joy, the sweet content,

The blessedness that then we proved ?

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