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4 Absent from thee, my Light,
5 On this benighted heart
Anne Steele, alt.
OW oft this wretched heart
H Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
2 Yet mercy calls, "Return;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
Anne Steele, alt.
The warning voice of Jesus.
Say to me now, "Awake, awake!
And Christ shall make thee whole."
2 Lay to thy mighty hand;
4 For each assault prepared,
When to the right or left I turn,
556 SECOND PART.
Commending the soul to God. HOU seest my feebleness; 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.
Restore my peace.
JESUS, full of grace,
To thee I make my moan: Let me again behold thy face, Call home thy banished one.
2 Again my pardon seal,
And freely my backslidings heal,
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?
4 Thine utmost mercy show;
"In peace and full assurance go;
Humility and contrition.
7, 6, 8.
ESUS, let thy pitying eye
Would fain, like Peter, weep.
On me be all long-suffering shown;
2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Give me, through thy dying love,
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!
7, 6, 8. 7,6,
The deceitfulness of sin.
JESUS, Friend of sinners, hear
2 For my selfishness and pride
And let me feel thy softening
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
THOU who all things canst control,
2 O may one beam of thy blest light
3 For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant;
4 With outstretched hands, and streaming eyes,
5 The deadly slumber then I feel
Rise, Lord, stir up thy quickening power,
From the German. Tr. by J. Wesley.
Peace in the favor of God.
WHERE is now that glowing love
2 Where is the zeal that led us then