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4 Nothing is worth a thought_beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!

How make mine own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.

5 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be Thou my guide, be Thou my way
To glorious happiness.

Ah! write the pardon on my heart;
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.

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LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,


The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has given
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

4 There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.


298 (274).


L. M

HOW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting sinner live: Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not the contrite trust in Thee? ? With shame my num'rous sins I trace Against Thy law, against Thy grace; And, though my prayer Thou shouldst not hear, My doom is just and Thou art clear.

3 Yet save a penitent, O Lord!

Whose hope, still hovering round Thy word,
Seeks for some precious promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

1 My sins, though great, do not surpass
The riches of eternal grace;

Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pard'ning love be found.
5 Oh, wash my soul from ev'ry stain,
Nor let the guilt I mourn remain ;
Give me to hear Thy pard'ning voice,
And bid my bleeding heart rejoice.
6 Then shall Thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song;

And ev'ry power shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

299 (299).

THOU, whose tender mercy hears

C. M.

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye!

2 See, low before Thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said, “Return"?

3 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering ray,

Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!

4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;

And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

300 (835).

ESUS, save my dying soul,
Make the broken spirit whole;


Humbled in the dust I lie ;
Saviour, leave me not to die.

2 Jesus, full of ev'ry grace,
Now reveal Thy smiling face;
Grant the joy of sin forgiven,
Foretaste of the bliss of heaven.

3 All my guilt to Thee is known
Thou art righteous, Thou alone;
All my help is from Thy cross;
All besides I count but loss.

4 Lord, in Thee I now believe;
Wilt Thou- wilt Thou not forgive?
Helpless at Thy feet I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die


301 (275).

L. M.

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry; Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look; But blot their mem'ry from Thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without Thy light, Cast out and banish'd from Thy sight; Thy holy joys, O God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.

4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

302 (263).

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L. M.

TURN, great Ruler of the skies,
Turn from my sin Thy searching eyes,
Nor let th' offences of my hand
Within Thy book recorded stand.

2 Give me a will to Thine subdued,
A conscience pure, a soul renew'd;
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,
An outcast from Thy presence roam.

3 Oh, let Thy Spirit to my heart
Once more His quick'ning aid impart,
My mind from ev'ry fear release,
And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace
4 So shall the souls whom error's sway
Has urged from Thee, blest Lord, to stray,
From me Thy heavenly precepts learn,
And humbled to their God return.

303 (279).

7s, 6s, 8.

AMB of God, for sinners slain,
To Thee I humbly pray:

Heal me of my grief and pain,
Oh, take my sins away.
From this bondage, Lord, release;
No longer let me be opprest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast!

2 Wilt Thou cast a sinner out
Who humbly comes to Thee?
No, my God, I cannot doubt:
Thy mercy is for me:
Let me then obtain the grace,
And be of paradise possest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast!
3 Worldly good I do not want,
Be that to others given;
Only for Thy love I pant,

My all in earth or heaven;
This the crown I fain would seize,

The good wherewith I would be blest:

Jesus, Master, seal my peace,

And take me to Thy breast!

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