393 0 Deprecating the wrath to come. 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; 2 Thou art thyself the Way; So shall I spend my life's short day, So shall I love my God, Because he first loved me; And praise thee in thy bright abode, 394 0 The Sun of righteousness. 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 4 Father, thy long-lost son receive; 5 Eternal, undivided Lord, On thee all faith, all hope be placed; 395 BY 6th P. M. 6 lines 7s, Help, or I perish. Y thy birth, and by thy tears; Of the subtle tempter's power,- 2 By the tenderness that wept 3 By thy lonely hour of prayer; 4 By thy triumph o'er the grave; 396 Humble and earnest entreaties. C. M. HEAR, gracious God, my humble prayer; When will the cheering morn appear! 2 My God! O could I make the claim→→ 3 By every name of power and love, Nor should my humble hopes remove, 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace O make my heavy sorrows cease, 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And change these deep, complaining sighs, For songs of sacred praise. 397 Humble confession. N sorrow I lament, Before thy feet, my God, S. M. My passion, pride, and discontent,- 2 Ne'er was a heart more base 8 How long, Lord, shall I feel 4 Break thou, O break the charm, Reveal, great God, thy mighty arm, 398 L. M. Condemned, but pleading the promises. Are not thy mercies large and free! 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath 399 0 Self loathed; Christ exalted. C. M. 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, Content if thou exalted be, 400 The only expiation. PROSTRATE at Jesus' feet, And upward to the mercy-seat, 2 Will justice frown me hence! 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. 401 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, |