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Lymn. Repentance at the foot of the Cross. 1 Oh! if

my

soul were form’d for woe, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow

From both my streaming eyes.
2 'Twas for my sins my dearest LORD

Hung on the cursed tree,
And groan'd away a dying life

For Thee, my soul, for Thee.
3 Oh! how I hate those lusts of mine,

That crucified my God! Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd His flesh

Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my REDEEMER, they shall die;

My heart has so decreed :
Nor will I spare the guilty things,
That made my SAVIOUR bleed.

Lymn,

Seeking Pardon.
1 O THAT I could my LORD receive,

Who did the world redeem!
Who gave His life that I might live

A life conceal'd in Him!
2 Merey I ask to seal my peace,

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.

evil cease,

4 In answer to ten thousand pray’rs,

Thou pard’ning God descend !
Number me with salvation's heirs !

My sins and troubles end !
5 Nothing I ask or want beside,

Of all in earth or heav'n:
But let me feel Thy blood applied,
And live and die forgiv’n.

Hymn.

Reflections upon spiritual state. 1 O MY LORD, I've often mused

On Thy wondrous love to me;
How I have that love abused;

Slighted, disregarded Thee.
To Thy church and Thee - a stranger,

Pleas'd with what displeas'd Thee;
Lost, yet could perceive no danger;

Wounded, yet no wound could see. 2 But unwearied Thou pursu'dst me,

Still Thy calls repeated came,
Till on Calvary's mount I view'd Thee

Bearing my reproach and blame.
There, o'erwhelm'd with shạme and sorrow,

Bruis'd and stretch'd each bleeding limb;
Tears bedew the scourge's furrow,

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.

Hymn.

Doubts about Repentance.

1 THE LORD will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,'

Insensible as steel;
If ought is felt, 'tis only pain

To find I cannot-feel.

3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd

To love Thee, if I could ;
But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good.

4 My best desires are faint and few,

I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry,

My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

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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.

Wyian.

Sceking Pardon. ·

1 LET the redeem'd give thanks and praise

To a forgiving GOD!
My feeble voice I cannot raise,

Till wash'd in JESU's blood:

2 Till at Thy coming from above,

My mountain-sin depart,
And fear gives place to filial love,

And peace o'erflows my heart. 3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend

Th’ appearance of my LORD,
These endless doubts and fears to end,

And speak my soul restor'd:

4 Restor'd by reconciling grace;

With present pardon blest;
And fitted by true holiness

For my eternal rest.

5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,

The love and joy unknown,
Now, FATHER, to Thy servant give,

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.

Hymn.

Desiring to give up all for Christ.

1

AH! whither should I go,

Burden'd, and sick, and faint!
To whom should I my troubles show,

And pour out my complaint?
My SAVIOUR bids me come;

Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,

And yet from Him I stay! 2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the SAVIOUR take

Possession of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown

Must surely lurk within ;
Some idol which I will not own,

Some secret bosom-sin.
3 JESUS, the hind'rance show,

Which I have fear'd to see:
Yet, let me now consent to know

What keeps me back from Thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying pow'r display ;
Into it's darkest corners shine,
And take the veil

away. À I now believe, in Thee

Compassion reigns alone:
According to my faith, to me

O let it, LORD, be done!

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