HYMN 347. S. M. NEWTON. Guilford, Little Marlboro'. LORD, how vile am I, How can I dare to venture nigh 2 Is this polluted heart 3 If I attempt to pray, 4 If in thy word I look, Such darkness fills my mind, I only read a sealed book, 5 Thy gospel oft I hear, 6 And must I then indeed Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 1 Luke vii. 37-50. B Her many sins forgiv'n! EHOLD the tears that Mary shed Her doubts and darkness all are fled 2 When o'er the Saviour's feet in pray'r 3 Say, burden'd soul, whose num'rous sins In dark array are set; What canst thou do to mitigate 4 Canst thou not love the friend, who died That burden to assume? Who shrunk not from the crown of thorns, 5 If heavy is thy weight of guilt, Then He, whose blood for man was spilt, HYMN 349. C. M. HAWEIS. 1 St. Ann's, Tempest. God our hiding-place. Ps. xxxii. 7. Sudden the forked lightnings fly, 2 The howling blasts, impetuous, sweep The desolated plain; The frighted beasts to covert creep; 3 But louder thunders o'er my head, And storms of wrath divine I dread, 4 See, on the whirlwind's rapid wing, 5 "Haste, sinner! haste," the Saviour cry'd, HYMN 350. 7s. Magdalen, Pastoral Duet. Matt. xi. 28. COME, ye weary sinners, come, All, who feel your heavy load; Jesus calls the wand'rers home; 2 Jesus, full of truth and love, Faithful let thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away, Weary of this war within, Weary of this endless strife, We eary of ourselves and sin, Weary of a wretched life. 3 Burden'd with a world of grief, Burden'd with our sinful load, Burden'd with this unbelief, Burden'd with the wrath of God, Lo, we come to thee for ease, True and gracious, as thou art; Now our weary souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart. HYMN 351. 7s. NEWTON. Middleton, Hotham. Sin bewailed. 1 NOME, my soul, thy suit prepare, He himself has bid thee pray, 2 With my burden I begin ; Lord! remove this load of sin! Let thy blood for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. S Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy sov'reign right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 Shew me what I have to do, HYMN 352. C. M. Windsor, Standish. NEWTON. Prayer for spiritual healing. HOU great Physician of the soul, My raging malady control, And heal me by thy grace. 2 Help me to state my whole complaint; But where shall I begin? Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint 3 It lies not in a single part, But thro' my soul is spread; And all th' affections of my heart 4 A thousand evil thoughts intrude, Which indispose me for my food, 5 Thou great Physician, hear my ery, Let not a trembling sinner die, |