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4 Till thou anew my soul create,

Still may I strive, and watch, and pray; Humbly and confidently wait,

And long to see the perfect day.

Hymn 125.

L. M.

GOD, most merciful and true,
Thy nature to my soul impart :
'Stablish with me the cov'nant new,
And stamp thine image on my heart:
2 To real holiness restor❜d,

O let me gain my Saviour's mind,
And in the knowledge of my Lord,
Fulness of life eternal find.

3 Remember, Lord, my sins no more,
That them I may no more forget;
But sunk in guiltless shame adore
With speechless wonder at thy feet.
4 O'erwhelm'd with thy stupendous grace
I shall not in thy presence move;
But breathe unutterable praise,

In rapt'rous awe, and silent love.

5 Then every murm'ring thought, and vain,
Expires in sweet confusion lost;
I cannot of my cross complain,
I cannot of my goodness boast.
Pardon'd for all that I have done,
My mouth as in the dust I hide,
And glory give to God alone,
My God for ever pacified.

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Hymn 126. P. M.

WHY

HY not now, my God, my God?
Ready if thou always art,
-Make in me thy mean abode,
Take possession of my heart:
If thou canst so greatly bow,
Friend of sinners, why not now?
2 God of love, in this my day,
For thyself, to thee I cry;
Dying if thou still delay,

Must I not for ever die?
Enter now thy poorest home;
Now, my utmost Saviour, come.

Hymn 127. P. M.

NOW

[OW, e'en now, I yield, I yield,
With all my sins to part;

Jesus, speak my pardon seal'd,
And purify my heart!
Purge the love of sin away,
Then I into nothing fall;
Then I see the perfect day;
And Christ is all in all.

2 Jesus, now our hearts inspire
With that pure love of thine;
Kindle now the heavenly fire,
To brighten and refine:
Purify our faith like gold;

All the dross of sin remove;
Melt our spirits down, and mould
Into thy perfect love.

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Hymn 128. C. M.

COME

HOME, thou omniscient Son of man,
Display thy sifting power;

Come with thy Spirit's winnowing fan,
And throughly purge thy floor.
2 The chaff of sin, th' accursed thing
Far from our souls be driven;
The wheat into thy garner bring,
And lay us up for heaven.

3 Look through us with thine eyes of flame, The clouds and darkness chase; And tell me what by sin I am,

And what I am by grace.

4 Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes,
Far from our hearts remove:
As dust before the whirlwind flies,
Disperse it by thy love.

5 Then let us all thy fulness know,
From every sin set free;

Sav'd to the utmost, sav'd below,
And perfected by thee.

SAY

Hymn 129. P. M.

AVIOUR from sin,
wait to prove
That Jesus is thy healing name,
To lose, when perfected in love,
Whate'er of sin I have or am;
I stay me on thy faithful word,
The servant shall be as his Lord.
2 Answer that gracious end in me,

For which thy precious life was given:
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Redeem from all iniquity,

Restore, and make me meet for heaven; Unless thou purge my every stain,

My suff'ring and my faith are vain. 3 'Tis not a bare release from sin,

Its guilt and pain, my soul requires; I want a spirit of power within:

Thee, Jesus, thee my heart desires, And pants and breaks to be renew'd And wash'd in thine all-cleansing blood. 4 Didst thou not die that I might live No longer to myself,' but thee? Might, body, soul, and spirit give To him who gave himself for me? Come, then, my Master, and my God, Take the dear purchase of thy blood. 5 Thine own peculiar servant claim,

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For thine own truth and mercy's sake:
Hallow in me thy glorious name;
Me for thine own this moment take,
And change and throughly purify;
Thine only may I live and die.

Hymn 130. P. M.

HOME, O thou traveller unknown,

Chem still I hold, but cannot see,

My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee; With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2 In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold:

Art thou the man who died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
3 What though my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain,

When I am weak, then I am strong:
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.
4 Yield to me now-for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair:

Speak to my heart, in blessings speak!

Be conquer'd by my instant prayer!
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if thy name be love.
5 'Tis love, 'tis love! thou diedst for me:
I hear thy whisper in my heart:
The morning breaks, the shadows flee:
Pure universal love thou art :
To me, to all, thy bowels move,
Thy nature and thy name is love.
6 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend;
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy nature and thy name is love.

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Hymn 131. P. M.

-WATCH-NIGHT.

FT have we pass'd the guilty night
In revelling and frantic mirth:

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