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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

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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
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

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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

upon

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

there!
4 He ever lives for me to pray;
He
prays

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

Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain. 126

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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,
And
my

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

The heights and depths of grace:

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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

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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

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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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