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Even rom my infant days :
Thy justifying grace.
Thy drawings from above;
Thy sweet forgiving love.
The sense of sin forgiven :
That antepast of heaven.
In Jesus reconcil'd ?
And know myself, thy child?
Prayer in General.
4 lines 7's.
Source of everlasting love,
In the shining realms above; 2 In thy presence we appear,
All our wants to thee are known,
3 Stripp'd of all we come to thee,
On thy mercy we depend;
But thou art the sinner's friend. 4 All thy promises are sure,
Thou canst not thyself deny;
C. M. 1
ORD Jesus, thou hast bid us pray,
Pray always, and not faint;
pour out our complaint. 2 No quiet shalt thou ever know,
Till we from sin are freed;
And make us free indeed.
3 We have, O Lord, begun to cry,
And we will never end
And grasp the sinner's friend :
With thee, in faith, we'll plead; O Lord 5 Speak but the word, and we shall be
From all our bands releas’d; 'Tis only thou canst set us free,
By Satan long opprest:
Arise the woman's seed;
And all for wretched man;
Abhor the thing unclean;
For ever cease from sin. w. a. by H. B. 101
L. M. 1
Thee, only thee, I want to know; Now let
faith and love increase,
My thoughts would rove to earth away;
And fill my soul with vain delight:
And may I worship only thee;
And bid the tempter now depart.
My thoughts no more shall rove abroad ; I there shall' in thy likeness shine, And triumph in thy love divine. w.s. & H. B. 102 T. M. 1 THEN Hannah, press'd with grief, forth her soul in
prayer, She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there :
Her heart was pain’d and sad ;
Was comforted and glad.
And threaten to devour;
Aré safe from all their power;
Thy mercy's beams display;
And take our sins away.
And spoil the powers of hell;
And there for ever dwell.
Thine image now restore ;
That we may sin no more. w.s. & H. B. 104
6 lines 8's. INCOURAG’D by thy gracious word,
I now present my prayer to thee;
And humbly hope thy face to see;
Thou only can'st my spirit cheer;
And bid me cast off every fear;
Andósay, “ Poor sinner, thou art mine." w.s. 105
Must shortly lay this body down;
O let me put thine image on!
Be to thine aged servant given;
Mine everlasting house in heaven. 106
With rays of glory shine;
And all their round be thine. 2 With thee let every week begin,
With thee each day be spent;
Since each by thee is lent.
Till all our labours cease;
With everlasting peace.