2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no evil need I fear,

If thou, my Lord, my God, art near.
4 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still
And lead me to thy holy hill.
5 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day,
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.*

131 Ask what I shall give thee.-1 Kings iii. 5.

1 AND dost thou say, Ask what thou wilt? Lord, I would seize the golden hour: I pray to be released from guilt,

And freed from sin and Satan's power.

2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart,
More of thine image let me bear;
Erect thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.

3 Give me to read my pardon seal'd,

And from thy joy to draw my strength, To have thy boundless love reveal'd,

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Its height, and depth, its breadth, and length. 4 Grant these requests, I ask no more, But to thy care the rest resign;

Living or dying, rich or poor,

All shall be well if thou art mine."

132 Behold, we come unto thee; for thou art the [SX 36. Lord our God.-Jer. iii. 22.

1 WEARY of wandering from my God,
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 Jesu, full of truth and grace,

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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.
4 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 offend thee more.

I will put thee in a clift of the rock.
Exod. xxxiii. 22.

1 Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil thy laws demands;

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Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.*

The blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth
us from all sin.-1 John i. 7.

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1

Nor all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

2

A sacrifice of nobler name

And richer blood than they.

3

4

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,

And hopes her guilt was there.

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Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

We wept when we remembered Zion.
Ps. cxxxvii. 1.

FAR from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father's breast,

Fainting I cry, Blest Spirit, come,
And speed me to my rest.

Upon the willows long

My harp has silent hung:

How should I sing a cheerful song,

Till thou inspire my tongue?

My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee:

My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,

When I remember thee.

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To thee, to thee I press,

A dark and toilsome road:

When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints' abode ?

On thee my hopes I cast:

O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.

For thy name's sake, O Lord, pardon mine
iniquity, for it is great.--Ps. xxv. 11.

1 No; not despairingly

Come I to thee:
No; not distrustingly

Bend I the knee.

Sin hath gone over me,
Yet is this still my plea,

Jesus hath died.

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2 Ah, mine iniquity
Crimson hath been,
Infinite, infinite,
Sin upon sin :

Sin of not loving thee,
Sin of not trusting thee,
Infinite sin.

3 Lord, I confess to thee
Sadly my sin;

All I am tell I thee,
All I have been.

Purge thou my sin away,
Wash thou my soul this day,
Lord, make me clean.

4 Faithful and just art thou,
Forgiving all;

Loving and kind art thou,
When poor ones call;
Lord, let the cleansing blood,
Blood of the Lamb of God,
Pass o'er my soul.

5 Then all is peace and light
This soul within :

Thus shall I walk with thee

The loved unseen.
Leaning on thee, my God,
Guided along the road.

Nothing between.

Without me ye can do nothing.-John xv. 5. [7s. 6s.

1 I COULD not do without thee,

O Saviour of the lost,

Whose precious blood redeem'd me

At such tremendous cost;

Thy righteousness, thy pardon,

Thy precious blood must be

My only hope and comfort,

My glory and my plea.