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Deprecating the wrath to come.
THOU that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die;

Who diedst thyself, my soul to save

From endless misery :Show me the way to shun

S. M.

Thy dreadful wrath severe;
That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.

2 Thou art thyself the Way;
Thyself in me reveal;

So shall I spend my life's short day,
Obedient to thy will:

So shall I love my God,

Because he first loved me;

And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity.

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The Sun of righteousness.
SUN of righteousness, arise
With healing in thy wing;
To my diseased, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.

C. M.

2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel, By thy all-piercing beam:

Lighten mine eyes with faith; my heart With holy hope inflame.

3 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning power, From low desires set free;

Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.

4 Father, thy long-lost son receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy
Thy new-made creature crown.

5 Eternal, undivided Lord,
Co-equal One in Three,-

On thee all faith, all hope be placed;
All love be paid to thee.

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BY

6th P. M. 6 lines 7s,

Help, or I perish.

Y thy birth, and by thy tears;
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy conflict in the hour

Of the subtle tempter's power,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

2 By the tenderness that wept
O'er the grave where Laz'rus slept;
By the bitter tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lost abode,--
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

3 By thy lonely hour of prayer;
By the fearful conflict there;
By thy cross and dying cries;
By thy one great sacrifice,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

4 By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy power the lost to save;
By thy high, majestic throne;"
By the empire all thine own,-
Saviour, look with pitying eye;
Saviour, help me, or I die.

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Humble and earnest entreaties.

C. M.

HEAR, gracious God, my humble prayer;
To thee I breathe my sighs;

When will the cheering morn appear!
And when my joys arise!

2 My God! O could I make the claim→→
My Father, and my Friend;
And call thee mine, by every name
On which thy saints depend;-

3 By every name of power and love,
I would thy grace entreat;

Nor should my humble hopes remove,
Nor leave thy mercy-seat.

4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy word is all my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns:
Thy presence makes my day.

5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace
Relieve my aching heart;

O make my heavy sorrows cease,
And all the gloom depart.

6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
And bless thy healing rays;

And change these deep, complaining sighs, For songs of sacred praise.

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Humble confession.

N sorrow I lament,

Before thy feet, my God,

S. M.

My passion, pride, and discontent,-
My vile ingratitude.

2 Ne'er was a heart more base
And false than mine has been;
More faithless to its promises,-
More prone to every sin.

8 How long, Lord, shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest!

4 Break thou, O break the charm,
And set the captive free:

Reveal, great God, thy mighty arm,
And haste to rescue me.

398

L. M.

Condemned, but pleading the promises.
HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live.

Are not thy mercies large and free!
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,-
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath
I must pronounce thee just, in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,-
Some sure support against despair.

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Self loathed; Christ exalted.
COULD I lose myself in thee,
Thy depth of mercy prove,-
Thou vast, unfathomable sea
Of unexhausted love.

C. M.

2 My humbled soul, when thou art near,

In dust and ashes lies:

How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes!

3 I loathe myself when God I see,
And into nothing fall;

Content if thou exalted be,
And Christ be all in all.

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The only expiation.

PROSTRATE at Jesus' feet,
guilty rebel lies;

And upward to the mercy-seat,
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 Will justice frown me hence!
Stay, Lord, the vengeful storm;
Forbid it, that Omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm..
3 If sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,

S. M.

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

That bids the sinner live.

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Knocking at the door of mercy.

Lond' kocky at mercy's door;

ORD, at thy feet we sinners lie,

C. M.

With heavy heart, and downcast eye,
Thy favour we implore.

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