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Jesus, Son of God and man!
Let me never grieve thee, Lord,
Never turn to sin again :
Till my all in all thou art,

Till thou bring thy nature in, Keep this feeble, trembling heart, Save me, save me, Lord, from sin!

4 The stone to flesh again convert,
The veil of sin again remove;
Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart,
And melt it by thy dying love;
This rebel heart by love subdue,
And make it soft, and make it new.
5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears,
And kindle my relentings now;
Fill my whole soul with filial fears,

To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow;
Bend by thy grace, O bend or break,
The iron sinew in my neck!

6 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart That trembles at the approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant, and root it deep within, That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare to offend thee more.

of God, if thy free grace Again hath raised me up, Called me still to seek thy face, And given me back my hope; Still thy timely help afford,

And now made willing to return,

I hear, and bow me to the rod;

For thee, not without hope, I mourn; I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of Love.

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I of sin, Yet once again I seek thy face; Open thine arms, and take me in, And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more;
The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer.

Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go!

2 By me, O my Saviour, stand,

In sore temptation's hour;

Save me with thine outstretched hand, And show forth all thy power; O be mindful of thy word, Thy all-sufficient grace bestow: Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go!

3 Give me, Lord, a holy fear,
And fix it in my heart,
That I may from evil near

With timely care depart;
Sin be more than hell abhorred;
Till thou destroy the tyrant foe,
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go!

1 LORD, and is thine anger gone?
And art thou pacified?
After all that I have done,

Dost thou no longer chide?
Infinite thy mercies are,
Beneath the weight I cannot move;
O! 'tis more than I can bear,
The sense of pardoning love.

2 Let it still my heart constrain,
And all my passions sway;
Keep me, lest I turn again

Out of the narrow way; Force my violence to be still, And captivate my every thought; Charm, and melt, and change my will, And bring me down to nought.

3 If I have begun once more
Thy sweet return to feel,
If even now I find thy power
Present my soul to heal,
Still and quiet may I lie,
Nor struggle out of thine embrace;
Never more resist, or fly

From thy pursuing grace.

4 To the cross, thine altar, bind Me with the cords of love; Freedom let me never find

From thee, my Lord, to move; That I never, never more May with my much-loved Master part, To the posts of mercy's door O nail my willing heart!

5 See my utter helplessness, And leave me not alone; O preserve in perfect peace,

And seal me for thine own; More and more thyself reveal, Thy presence let me always find; Comfort, and confirm, and heal My feeble, sin-sick mind.

6 As the apple of an eye

Thy weakest servant keep;
Help me at thy feet to lie,

And there for ever weep; Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow, That I have any hope of heaven; Much of love I ought to know, For I have much forgiven.

1 NOW I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain, The wounds of Jesus, for my sin

Before the world's foundation slain; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away.

2 Father, thine everlasting grace

Our scanty thought surpasses far, Thy heart still melts with tenderness, Thy arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste and live. 3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss,

My sins are swallowed up in thee! Covered is my unrighteousness,

Nor spot of guilt remains on me, While Jesu's blood, through earth and skies,

Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.

4 With faith I plunge me in this sea, Here is my hope, my joy, my rest; Hither, when hell assails, I flee,

I look into my Saviour's breast; Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear! Mercy is all that's written there.

5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head,

Though strength, and health, and friends be gone,

Though joys be withered all and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn, On this my steadfast soul relies, Father, thy mercy never dies.

6 Fixed on this ground will I remain, Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;

This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away; Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love.

JESU, thy blood and righteousness

My beauty are, my glorious dress;
Midst flaming worlds in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and
shame.

3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, even me, to atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.
Lord, I believe thy precious blood,
Which at the mercy-seat of God
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, even for my soul, was shed.
5 Lord, I believe, were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.

6 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, Even then this shall be all my plea, Jesus hath lived, hath died, for me.

7 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, Thus all heaven's armies bought with blood,

Saviour of sinners thee proclaim;
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

8 Jesu, be endless praise to thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me and all thy hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.

9 Ah! give to all thy servants, Lord, With power to speak thy gracious word,

That all who to thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal life in thee.

10 Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world thy mercy prove!
Now let thy word o'er all prevail;
Now take the spoils of death and hell.

1 THEE, O my God and King, My Father, thee I sing! Hear, well-pleased, the joyous sound, Praise from earth and heaven receive. Lost, I now in Christ am found, Dead, by faith in Christ I live.

2 Father, behold thy son,

In Christ I am thy own;
Stranger long to thee, and rest,
See the prodigal is come:
Open wide thine arms and breast,
Take the weary wanderer home.

3 Thine eye observed from far, Thy pity looked me near; Me thy bowels yearned to see, Me thy mercy ran to find, Empty, poor, and void of thee, Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind.

4 Thou on my neck didst fall, Thy kiss forgave me all : Still thy gracious words I hear, Words that made the Saviour mine, "Haste, for him the robe prepare, His be righteousness divine!"

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Romans x. 6-9. 7 s & 6 s.
I in my heart have said,
Who shall ascend on high,
Mount to Christ, my glorious Head,
And bring him from the sky?
Borne on contemplation's wing,
Surely I shall find him there,
Where the angels praise their King,
And gain the morning-star.

2 Oft I in my heart have said,

Who to the deep shall stoop,
Sink with Christ among the dead,
From thence to bring him up?
Could I but my heart prepare,
By unfeigned humility,
Christ would quickly enter there,
And ever dwell with me.

3 But the righteousness of faith

Hath taught me better things: "Inward turn thine eyes," it saith, (While Christ to me it brings) "Christ is ready to impart

Life to all, for life who sigh; In thy mouth, and in thy heart, The word is ever nigh."

Accept my new-born cry!

See the travail of thy soul,

Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me, hast died!
2 Of life thou art the tree,
My immortality!

Feed this tender branch of thine,
Ceaseless influence derive;
Thou the true, the heavenly Vine;
Grafted into thee I live.

3 Of life the fountain thou,

I know-I feel it now!
Faint and dead no more I droop;
Thou art in me; thy supplies,
Every moment springing up,
Into life eternal rise.

4 Thou the good Shepherd art,
From thee I ne'er shall part;
Thou my keeper and my guide,
Make me still thy tender care;
Gently lead me by thy side,

Sweetly in thy bosom bear.

5 Thou art my daily Bread;

O Christ, thou art my Head! Motion, virtue, strength, to me, Me thy living member, flow; Nourished I, and fed by thee,

Up to thee in all things grow. 6 Prophet, to me reveal

Thy Father's perfect will; Never mortal spake like thee, Human prophet like divine; Loud and strong their voices be, Small, and still, and inward thine. 7 On thee, my Priest, I call, Thy blood atoned for all; Still the Lamb as slain appears, Still thou stand'st before the throne, Ever offering up my prayers, These presenting with thine own. 8 Jesu, thou art my King,

From thee my strength I bring;

Shadowed by thy mighty hand, Saviour, who shall pluck me thence? Faith supports; by faith I stand, Strong in thy omnipotence.

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1 ARISE, my soul, arise,

Thy Saviour's sacrifice!

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All the names that love could find,
All the forms that love could take,
Jesus in himself hath joined,

Thee, my soul, his own to make.
2 Equal with God most high,
He laid his glory by;

He, the eternal God, was born,

Man with men he deigned to appear; Object of his creatures' scorn,

Pleased a servant's form to wear.

3 Hail! everlasting Lord,
Divine, incarnate Word!

Thee let all my powers confess,
Thee my latest breath proclaim;
Help, ye angel-choirs, to bless,

Shout the loved Immanuel's name!

4 Fruit of a virgin's womb,

The promised blessing 's come; Christ, the fathers' hope of old, Christ, the woman's conquering Seed, Christ, the Saviour long foretold, Born to bruise the serpent's head.

5 Jesus, to thee I bow,

The Almighty's Fellow thou! Thou, the Father's only Son! Pleased he ever is in thee; Just and holy thou alone,

Full of grace and truth for me.

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Saints adore him, demons flee,
Fiends, and men, and angels feel!
2 He left his throne above,
Emptied of all but love;
Whom the heavens cannot contain,
God vouchsafed a worm to appear,
Lord of glory, Son of man,

Poor, and vile, and abject here.

3 His own on earth he sought,
His own received him not;
Him a sign by all blasphemed,
Outcast and despised of men,
Him they all a madman deemed,
Bold to scoff the Nazarene.
4 Hail, Galilean King!

Thy humble state I sing,
Never shall my triumphs end;
Hail, derided Majesty!
Jesus, hail the sinner's friend,
Friend of publicans,—and me.

No condemnation now I dread : I taste salvation in thy name,

Alive in thee, my living Head.

2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take thy light from me away, Still with me let thy grace abide, That I from thee may never stray: Let thy word richly in me dwell;

Thy peace and love my portion be; My joy to endure and do thy will, Till perfect I am found in thee.

3 Arm me with thy whole armour, Lord! Support my weakness with thy might, Gird on my thigh thy conquering [fight: And shield me in the threatening

sword,