3 The gift unspeakable impart :
Command the light of faith to shine-
To shine in my dark, drooping heart—
And fill me with the life divine:

Now bid the new creation be;
O God, let there be faith in me!

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To God all things are possible.

C. M.

THAT thou wouldst the heavens rend,
In majesty come down,-

Stretch out thine arm omnipotent,

And seize me for thine own.

2 Descend, and let thy lightnings burn
The stubble of thy foe;

My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn,
And make the mountains flow.

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

4 What though I cannot break my chain, Or e'er throw off my load;

The things impossible to men,
Are possible to God.

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Continued.-Urgent pleadings.

Is there a thing too hard for thee,
Almighty Lord of all 1;

C. M.

Whose threat'ning looks dry up the sea, And make the mountains fall?

2 Who, who shall in thy presence stand, And match Omnipotence?

Ungrasp the hold of thy right hand,
Or pluck the sinner thence?

3 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail;
Nearer to save thou art;

Stronger than all the powers of hell,
And greater than my heart.
4 Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye;
Thy promised aid I claim:
Father of mercies, glorify

Thy fav'rite Jesus' name.
5 Salvation in that name is found,
Balm of my grief and care;
A medicine for every wound,-
All, all I want is there.

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The Redeemer's tears.

ID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears
The wond'ring angels see;
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul;
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear :
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

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S. M.

12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. Humility and contrition.

ESUS, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;

False to thee, like Peter, I

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

On me be all long-suff'ring 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 For thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow:
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

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12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.

Continued. The heart broken.

AVIOUR, see me from above,
Nor suffer me to die;

SAV see

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.

2 Look, as when thine eye pursued
The first apostate man,-
Saw him welt'ring in his blood,
And bade him rise again:
Speak my paradise restored;

Redeem me by thy grace alone :
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3 Look, as when thy languid eye Was closed that we might live; Father, (at the point to die

My Saviour pray'd,) 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.

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Determined importunity.

C. M.

ECAUSE for me the Saviour prays,

Band pleads his death for me,
BECAU

God hath vouchsafed a longer space,
And spared the barren tree.

2 Time to repent thou dost bestow;
Now, Lord, the power impart,
And let mine eyes with tears o'erflow,
And break my stubborn heart.

3 I now from all my sins would turn,
To my atoning God;

And look on him I pierced, and mourn,
And feel the sprinkled blood:-

4 Would nail my passions to the cross,
Where my Redeemer died;

And all things else account but loss
For Jesus crucified.

5 Giver of penitential pain,
Before thy cross I lie;
In grief determined to remain
Till thou thy blood apply.

6 Forgiveness on my conscience seal;
Bestow thy promised rest;

With purest love thy servant fill,
And number with the blest.

Hardness of heart lamented.

THAT I could revere

My much offended God;

S. M.

O that I could but stand in fear

Of thy afflicting rod!

2 If mercy cannot draw,

Thou by thy threat'nings move;
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.
3 Let me with horror fly
From every sinful snare;
No longer, in my Judge's eye,
My Judge's anger dare.

4 Thou great, tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart;
The grace be now on me bestow'd,-

The tender, fleshly heart.

5 For Jesus' sake alone,

The stony heart remove;

And melt at last, O melt me down, Into the mould of love.

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6th P. M. 6 lines 7s.

The Publican's prayer.

SAVI

AVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race, Save me ;-from thy lofty throne Give the sweet relenting grace; Soften this obdurate stone;Stone to flesh, O God, convert; Cast a look, and break my heart! 2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove; All mine inmost sins reveal; Sins against thy light and love,

Let me see, and let me feel; Sins that crucified my Lord,Spilt again thy precious blood.