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

5 Thy presence can bestow
Delights which never cloy:
Be this our solace here below,
And our eternal joy!

248.

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2

S. M. JARVIS.

Peace to the returning Penitent.
FATHER!-how sweet thy voice,
That speaks of life and peace;
That bids the penitent revive,
And all his anguish cease.

No balm on earth beside

Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss,
Such pure delight impart.

3 Still merciful and kind,

That mercy, LORD! reveal:
The broken heart 'tis thou canst bind,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 Thy presence can restore

Peace to the anxious breast:

And aid us in the path that leads
To everlasting rest.

249.

C. M. MONTGOMERY.

Preparation of the Heart.

1 LORD, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear:
Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.

2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and wo,
Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?

3 God of all grace, we come to thee,
With broken contrite hearts;
Give what thine eye delights to see,
-Truth in the inward parts :-

4 Give deep humility;-the sense
Of godly sorrow give;

-A strong desiring confidence,

To hear thy voice and live:

5 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay;
Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust thee, though thou slay.

6 Give these, and then thy will be done
Thus strengthened with all might,
We, by thy grace and dear Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.

250.

C. M. DODDRIDGE.

Salvation only in God.

1 HOW long shall dreams of creature-bliss
Our flattering hopes employ?
And mock our fond, deluded eyes
With visionary joy?

2 Why, from the mountains and the hills
Is our salvation sought?
While our eternal Rock 's forsook,
And Israel's God forgot.

3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view,

Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil,
Our broken cisterns hew.

4 These fatal errors, gracious God,
With gentle pity see;

To thee our roving eyes direct,
And fix our hearts on thee.

251.

C. M. MRS. Carter.

Mercy of God to the Penitent.

10 THOU, the wretched's sure retreat,
Who dost our cares control,

And with the cheerful smile of
Revive the fainting soul!

2 Did ever thy propitious ear

The humble plea disdain?

peace

Or when did plaintive misery sigh,
Or supplicate in vain?

3 Oppressed with grief and shame, dissolved In penitential tears,

Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts, And dissipates our fears.

4 From that blest source, propitious hope Appears serenely bright,

And sheds her soft and cheering beam O'er sorrow's dismal night.

5 Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord,
And bless the friendly ray,

Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.

252.

C. M.

WATTS.

Coldness and Inconstancy Lamented. 1 LONG have we heard the joyful sound Of thy salvation, Lord!

Yet still how weak our faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2 How cold and feeble is our love!
How negligent our fear!

How low our hope of joys above!
How few affections there!

3 Great God! thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy word success!
Write thy salvation in each heart,
And make us learn thy grace.

4 Show our forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;

Where knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.

253.

C. M. DODDRIDGE.

1 PERPETUAL Source of light and grace,
We hail thy sacred name;
Through every year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same.

2 On us, all worthless as we are,
It wondrous mercy pours;
As sure as heaven's established course,
And plenteous as the showers.

3 Inconstant service we repay,

And treacherous vows renew; As false as morning's scattering cloud, And transient as the dew.

4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,
In all thy righteous ways.

5 Armed with this energy divine,
Our souls shall steadfast move;
And with increasing transport press
To thy bright courts above.

254.

C. M.

WATTS.

Freedom from Sin and Misery in Heaven.
1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they be!
And like a violent sea,

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!

But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace;

Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

255.

C. M. VERMONT COLL.

The true Penitent.

1 HARK! hear the sound on earth is found, Each soul delights to hear,

Of dying love that 's from above,
Of pardon bought so dear.

2 God's ministers like flames of fire,
Are passing through the land;
The voice is, hear, repent and fear,
King Jesus is at hand.

3 God's chariots they no longer stay,
They're mounted on the truth;

The saints in pray`r, cry, Lord, draw near,
Have mercy on the youth.

4. Young converts sing and praise their King,
And bless God's holy name;
While older saints, true penitents,
Rejoice to join the theme.

5 God grant a shower of saving power,
On ev'ry aching heart,
Who sincerely to God do cry,

That they may have a part.

6 Come, lovely youth, embrace the truth, Agree with one accord;

And use your tongues while you are young, In praising Christ the Lord.

256.

S. M. PRATT'S COLL.

Returning to Christ.

1 YE sons of earth, arise!

Ye creatures of a day!

Redeem the time-be bold-be wise,
And cast your bonds away.

2 The year of gospel-grace,
With us rejoice to see;
And thankfully in Christ embrace
Your proffered liberty.

3 Blest Saviour-Lord of all!
Thee help us to receive;
Obedient to thy gracious call,
Oh, bid us turn and live!

4 Our former years misspent,
Now let us deeply mourn;
And, softened by thy grace, repent,
And to thine arms return!

257. C. M. SCHOFIELD'S COLL.
Compassion and Intercession for Sinners.
1 ALMIGHTY God, with pitying eye,
The sons of men survey;
Behold how thoughtless mortals sport
In sin's destructive way.

2 Ten thousand dangers lurk around To bear them to the tomb;

Each passing hour may place them where Repentance cannot come,