2 While full of anguish and disease,
My weak, distemper'd soul
Thy love compassionately sees :
O let it make me whole.

3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still
To Jesus' name submit:

Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,
And place me at thy feet.

4 To Jesus' name, if all things now
A trembling homage pay,
O let my stubborn spirit bow,-
My stiff-neck'd will obey.

5 I know in thee all fulness dwells,
And all for wretched man:

Fill every want my spirit feels,
And break off every chain.

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HOW

Dead in trespasses and sins.

TOW helpless nature lies,
Unconscious of her load!

The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught but power divine
The stubborn will subdue!
"Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine
To form the heart anew :-

3 The passions to recall,

And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall From reason's darken'd eyes.

4 O change these hearts of ours, And give them life divine;

S. M.

Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine.

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Helpless and guilty.

A God?

H, how shall fallen man

If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

S. M.

3 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.

4 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God!

None--none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

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Without God in the world,
OD is in this and every place;
But O, how dark and void

GOD

To me!-'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.

C. M.

2 Empty of Him who all things fills, Till be his light impart,

Till he his glorious self reveals,

The veil is on my heart.

80 Thou who seest and know'st my gries, Thyself unseen, unknown,

Pity my helpless unbelief,

And break my heart of stone.

4 Regard me with a gracious eye
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.

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THOU

Feeling after God.

C. M.

HOU hidden God, for whom I groan,→
Till thou thyself declare,

God, inaccessible, unknown,-
Regard a sinner's prayer:

2 A sinner welt'ring in his blood,
Unpurged and unforgiven:
Far distant from the living God,
As far as hell from heaven.
3 An unregen'rate child of man,
To thee for help I call;
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
And raise me from my fall.

4 The darkness which through thee I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
Thine own eternal power reveal,

Thine everlasting love.

5 I would not to thy foe submit ; I hate the tyrant's chain;

Send forth the pris'ner from the pit,

Nor let me cry in vain.

6 Show me the blood that bought my peace,

The cov'nant blood apply;

And all my griefs at once shall cease,

And all my sins shall die.

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0

L. M.

Sin's incurable disease. GOD, to whom, in flesh reveal'd, The helpless all for succour came; The sick to be relieved and heal'd, And found salvation in thy name :2 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd, Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor; Weary, I come to thee for rest;

And, sick of sin, implore a cure.

3 My sin incurable disease,

Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal; Inspire me with thy power and peace, And pardon on my conscience seal.

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The inbred leprosy.

JESUS, a word, a look from thee,

L. M.

Can turn my heart, and make it clean; Purge out the inbred leprosy,

And save me from my bosom sin. 2 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe

Thou canst the saving grace impart;
Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse;
The deepest stains of sin efface,

And drive the evil spirit hence.
4 Be it according to thy word;
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its deathless powers to thee.

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JESUS,

The leper.

if still thou art to-day, As yesterday, the same,

Present to heal,-in me display

The virtue of thy Name.

C. M.

2 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat;

With pitying eyes behold me fall

A leper at thy feet.

3 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin;

But, if thou wilt, a gracious word

Of thine can make me clean.

318

0

Hardness of heart lamented.
THAT I could repent!

O that I could believe!

S. M.

Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend,
The rock in sunder cleave:

Thou, by thy two-edged sword,
My soul and spirit part;

Strike, with the hammer of thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.
2 Saviour, and Prince of peace!
The double grace bestow;
Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:
Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove:

Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal,
The balm of pard'ning love.

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0

The Physician needed.

L. M.

THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear,Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,Suffer a sinner to draw near,

And graciously receive me still.

2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have;

But I am sick, and want thine aid,

And wait thine utmost power to save.
8 Thy power, and truth, and love divine,
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of thine,

The most invet'rate plague can cure.
4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies,
And long hath languish'd at the pool:
A word of thine shall make it rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.