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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 !
6 Nothing I ask or want beside,

Of all in earth or heaven;
But let me feel thy blood apply'd,

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,

And humbly walk by faith with God.
4 But though my life henceforth be thine,

Present for past can ne'er atone:
Though I to thee the whole resign,

I only give thee back thine own. 5 What have I then wherein to trust?

I nothing have, I nothing am;
Excluded is my every boast;

My glory swallow'd up in shame. 125

L. M. Part II.
UILTY I stand before thy face;

On me I feel thy wrath abide.

mercy love,




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'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!
3 See, where before thy throne he stands,

And pours the all-prevailing prayer!
Points to his side, and lifts his hands,
And shews that I am graven

4 He ever lives for me to pray;

that I with him may reign : *Amen, to what my Lord doth say!

Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain. 126

C. M.
ITH glorious clouds encompast round,

Whom angels dimly see,
Will the Unsearchable be found,

Or God appear to me?
2 Will he forsake his Throne above!

Himself to worms impart?
Answer, thou Man of Grief and Love,

And speak it to my heart ! 3 In manifested love explain

Thy wonderful design:
What meant the suffering Son of Man,

The streaming blood divine ?
4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,

And live and die below,
That I might now perceive thee near,

Redeemer know?
5 Come, then, and to my soul reveal

The heights and depths of grace:



The wounds which all my sorrows heal,

That dear disfigur'd face.
6 Before my eyes of faith-confest,

Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb,
And wrap me in thy crimson vest,

And tell me all thy Name. 7 Jehovah in thy Person show,

Jehovah crucify'd!
And then the pardoning God I know,

And feel the blood apply'd.
8 I view the Lamb in his own light,

Whom angels dimly see;
And gaze, transported at the sight,

To all eternity. W. 127

S. M. 1

LEST are the humble souls,

Who are in spirit poor;
For them the healing torrent rolls,

And sheds a plenteous store. 2 Blest are the souls that mourn,

For they shall comfort know;
They shall, with joy, to God return,

Their tears shall cease to flow. 3 The lowly and the meek,

Shall here on earth be blest;
Though of themselves they are but weak,

Christ bears them on his breast. 4 The hungry shall be fed,

With everlasting love;
They shall partake the living bread,

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.
3 Awake, the Woman's conquering Seed;

Awake, and bruise the serpent's head !
Tread down thy foes, with power control

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:
Here then to thee I all resign;

Thine is the work, and only thine.
6 What shall I say thy grace to move ?

Lord, I am sin, --but thou art love :
I give up every plea beside,
“ Lord, I am lost, --but thou hast died



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ESUS, wipe away my tears,

Scatter all my guilty fears ;
I am waiting, Lord, for thee,

Wilt thou not remember me? 2 Shall I not thy blessing find?

Art thou not to sinners kind ?
Yes, I do believe in thee;

Jesus, now remember me. w.s. & H. B. 130

C. M.
HYSICIAN of my sin-sick soul,

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.
3 I would disclose my whole complaint,

But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint.

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;
It overclouds, and fills my mind

With folly, fear, and shame.
6 A thousand evil thoughts intrude

Tumultuous in my breast;

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