85.

(PSALM LI.)

HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt hath been.

Against thee, Lord, alone,

And only in Thy sight,

Have I transgressed, and, though condemned, Must own Thy judgments right.

Withdraw not Thou Thy help,

Nor cast me from Thy sight,

Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.

The joy Thy favour gives

Let me again obtain,

And Thy free Spirit's firm support

My fainting soul sustain.

TATE and BRADY, 1696.

86.

IN the hour of trial,

Jesu, pray for me; Lest by base denial

I depart from Thee; When thou seest me waver, With a look recall,

Nor for fear or favour

Suffer me to fall.

With its witching pleasures

Would this vain world charm,

Or its sordid treasures

Spread to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance.

Sad Gethsemane,
Or in darker semblance
Cross-crowned Calvary.

If with sore affliction

Thou in love chastise,

Pour Thy benediction

On the sacrifice: Then, upon Thine altar

Freely offered up,

Though the flesh may falter,

Faith shall drink the cup.

JAMES MONTGOMERY, 1884.