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5 In answer to ten thousand prayers,
Thou pardoning God descend ! Number me with salvation's heirs,
My sins and troubles end !
Of all in earth or heaven;
And live and die forgiven. w. 124
L. M.. Part I.
And bow myself before thy face? [near How in thy purer eyes appear?
What shall I bring to gain thy grace? 2 Can gifts avert the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain ? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain! 3 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve,
Must take the path thy word hath show'd : Justice pursue,
Present for past can ne'er atone:
I only give thee back thine own. 5 What have I then wherein to trust?
I nothing have, I nothing am;
My glory swallow'd up in shame. 125
L. M. Part II.
On me I feel thy wrath abide.
'Tis just the sentence should take place,
'Tis just ;—but, O, thy Son hath died ! 2 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled, He bore our sins
the tree ! Beneath our curse he bow'd his head ;
'Tis finish'd! he hath died for me!
And pours the all-prevailing prayer!
that I with him may reign : *Amen, to what my Lord doth say!
Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain. 126
Whom angels dimly see,
Or God appear to me?
Himself to worms impart?
And speak it to my heart ! 3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design:
The streaming blood divine ?
And live and die below,
The heights and depths of grace:
The wounds which all my sorrows heal,
That dear disfigur'd face.
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb,
And tell me all thy Name. 7 Jehovah in thy Person show,
And feel the blood apply'd.
Whom angels dimly see;
To all eternity. W. 127
S. M. 1
Who are in spirit poor;
And sheds a plenteous store. 2 Blest are the souls that mourn,
For they shall comfort know;
Their tears shall cease to flow. 3 The lowly and the meek,
Shall here on earth be blest;
Christ bears them on his breast. 4 The hungry shall be fed,
With everlasting love;
The manna from above. 5 The merciful and kind
Who much compassion show,
Shall pardon, peace, and mercy, find,
While in this vale of woe. 6 Blest are the pure in heart,
Who taste the Saviour's grace, And do not from his ways depart,
For they shall see his face. w.s. & H. B. 128 L. M. 1 CESUS, the sinner's friend, to thee,
Lost and undone, for aid I flee; Weary of earth, myself, and sin;
Open thine arms, and take me in. 2 Pity, and heal my sin-sick soul;
'Tis thou alone canst make me whole: Fall'n, till in me thine image shine,
And lost I am, till thou art mine.
Awake, and bruise the serpent's head !
The beast and devil in my soul. 4 The mansion for thyself prepare,
Dispose my heart by entering there! "Tis this alone can make me clean;
'Tis this alone can cast out sin. 5 At last I own it cannot be
That I should fit myself for thee:
Thine is the work, and only thine.
Lord, I am sin, --but thou art love :
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Scatter all my guilty fears ;
Wilt thou not remember me? 2 Shall I not thy blessing find?
Art thou not to sinners kind ?
Jesus, now remember me. w.s. & H. B. 130
To thee I bring my case; My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace. 2 Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine ; For never can I hope a cure From any
hand but thine.
But where shall I begin?
That worst distemper, sin. 4 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread; A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head. 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
With folly, fear, and shame.
Tumultuous in my breast;