2 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies: How shall a sinful worm appear, 3 I loathe myself when God I see, 400 The only expiation. S. M. PROSTRATE at Jesus' feet, rebel lies; And upward to the mercy-seat, To pay the debt I owe, Tears should, from both my weeping eyes, In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But tears I will not plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed,No blood, but thou hast spilt. 5 Think of thy sorrows, Lord! And all my sins forgive; Then justice will approve the word 401 Knocking at the door of mercy. ORD, at thy feet we sinners lie, With heavy heart, and downcast eye, C. M. 2 Without thy grace, we sink oppress'd, Down to the gates of hell; O give our troubled spirits rest,- 3 'Tis mercy, mercy, now we plead ; Mercy, that led thee once to bleed, 4 In mercy, now, for Jesus' sake, Thy grace our stubborn hearts can break, And, breaking, bid us live. 402 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. With thee there is mercy. SOY'RE OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all, Send me to eternal fire. ; 4 But with thee is mercy found,- 403 D 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Mercy for the chief of sinners. EPTH of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace; 5 There for me the Saviour stands; Shows his wounds and spreads his hands; God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, and loves me still. 404 Unwearied earnestness. C. M. FAT ATHER, I stretch my hands to thee ; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go ? 2 What did thine only Son endure, 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, 4 Author of faith! to thee I lift O let me now receive that gift,— 5 Surely thou canst not let me die; 6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face; Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace. 405 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. Seeking refuge in the blood of the Lamb. YOD of my salvation, hear, GOD And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, But to thy wounds for refuge flee: 2 Standing now as newly slain, 3 No good word, or work, or thought, Coming as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 406 Pleading His gracious name. ORD, I approach the mercy-seat, 2 Thy promise is my only plea ; C. M. 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; I may rejoice in Jesus' grace, In Jesus crucified. 5 0, wondrous love!-to bleed and die, That guilty sinners, such as I, 407 The sceptre of His love. L. M.. ESUS, whose glory's streaming rays, Not seraphs view with open face, But veil'd before thy presence stand:2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold thy awful throne, Or view thy unapproached light? 3 Thy golden sceptre from above Reach forth; lo! my whole heart I bow; Say to my soul,-Thou art my love,- |