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thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 't is known!
None but the upright and sincere
2 A thousand ways in ruin end,
One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps ascend, Pleased with a journey to the sky. 3 No more I ask, or hope to find Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.
4 The joy that fades is not for me,
MOURNING OVER SIN.
OD of mercy! God of grace!
G Hear our penitential songs;
Oh, restore Thy suppliant race,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
3 Foolish fears and fond desires;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
4 These, and ev'ry secret fault,
Fill'd with grief and shame, we own; Humbled at Thy feet we lie,
Seeking pardon from Thy throne.
7ITH tears of anguish I lament,
2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So faithless to its promises,
3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
4 Break, sov'reign Grace, oh, break the charm, And set the captive free:
Reveal, Almighty God, Thine arm,
OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, "Return:
3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power
5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Oh, keep me at Thy sacred feet,
HOU Lord of all above,
And all below the sky,
Before Thy feet I prostrate fall,
2 Forgive my follies past,
The crimes which I have done,
3 Guilt, like a heavy load,
Upon my conscience lies;
To Thee I make my sorrows known.
4 The burden which I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
Display, O Lord, Thy pard'ning grace,
5 One gracious look of Thine
Will ease my troubled breast;
POOR, weak, and worthless though I am,
Jesus, the Saviour, is His name,
2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
3 But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns;
And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns:
I've been a faithless friend to Him.
4 Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
And often Satan's lies believe
Rather than all my Friend can say.
5 Sure, were I not most vile and base,
Y hope, my portion, and my God,
2 How cold and feeble is my love!
How low my hope of joys above!
5 Great God! Thy gracious aid impart
4 Show my forgetful feet the way
There knowledge grows without decay,
FOLLOWING AND IMITATING CHRIST.
8s & 7s.
All to leave and follow Thee:
All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
God and heaven are still my own.