The Forgiveness of Sins.

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BLESSED souls are they

Whose sins are cover'd o'er; Divinely blest, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more!

2 They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care ; Their lips and lives, without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere.

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While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the festering wound,
Till I confess'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.

Let sinners learn to pray,
Let saints keep near the throne,
Our help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.

209.

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book.

2 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

3 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

4 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God.

5 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

210.

MY former hopes are dead,
My terror now begins;

I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah! whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar ; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways, I dread impending doom; But sure a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come."

4 I see, or think I see,

A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way,

I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.

211.

MINE eyes and my desire

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Are ever to the Lord;

I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.

From the first dawning light, Till the dark evening rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait With ever-longing eyes.

Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth.

O keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame, For I have plac'd my only trust In my Redeemer's name.

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PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught each scene the note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow.
Behold, the precious balm is found,
Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound.

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd,
Unburthen here the weighty load;

Here find thy refuge, and thy rest,
Safe on the bosom of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word!
That sheathes the avenger's glitt'ring sword.

3 As spring the winter, day the night,

Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away; And smiling joy, a seraph bright,

Shall tend thy steps, and near thee stay, While glory weaves the immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.