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Lymn. Repentance at the foot of the Cross. 1 Oh! if
soul were form’d for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
Hung on the cursed tree,
For Thee, my soul, for Thee.
That crucified my God! Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd His flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!
My heart has so decreed :
Who did the world redeem!
A life conceal'd in Him!
That, kept by mercy's pow'r, I may
from ev'ry And never grieve Thee more! 3 Now, if Thy gracious will it be,
E’en now my sins remove; And set my soul at liberty,
By Thy victorious love.
4 In answer to ten thousand pray’rs,
Thou pard’ning God descend !
My sins and troubles end !
Of all in earth or heav'n:
Reflections upon spiritual state. 1 O MY LORD, I've often mused
On Thy wondrous love to me;
Slighted, disregarded Thee.
Pleas'd with what displeas'd Thee;
Wounded, yet no wound could see. 2 But unwearied Thou pursu'dst me,
Still Thy calls repeated came,
Bearing my reproach and blame.
Bruis'd and stretch'd each bleeding limb;
Mingled with the purple stream, 3 I no more at Mary wonder,
Dropping tears upon the grave, Earnest, asking all around her,
Where is He, who died to save? Dying love her heart attracted;
Soon she felt His rising pow'r :He, who Mary thus affected,
Bids His mourners weep no more.
Doubts about Repentance.
1 THE LORD will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,'
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot-feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love Thee, if I could ;
Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
My strength renew,"
5 Thy saints are comforted I know,
And love Thy house of prayer I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.
Sceking Pardon. ·
1 LET the redeem'd give thanks and praise
To a forgiving GOD!
Till wash'd in JESU's blood:
2 Till at Thy coming from above,
My mountain-sin depart,
And peace o'erflows my heart. 3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend
Th’ appearance of my LORD,
And speak my soul restor'd:
4 Restor'd by reconciling grace;
With present pardon blest;
For my eternal rest.
5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
And claim me for Thine own.
6 My God, through Jesus pacified;
My God, Thyself declare ; And draw me to His open side,
And plunge the sinner there.
Desiring to give up all for Christ.
AH! whither should I go,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint!
And pour out my complaint?
Ah! why do I delay?
And yet from Him I stay! 2 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part?
Possession of my heart?
Must surely lurk within ;
Some secret bosom-sin.
Which I have fear'd to see:
What keeps me back from Thee.
Thy trying pow'r display ;
away. À I now believe, in Thee
Compassion reigns alone:
O let it, LORD, be done!