20 Jesus, of thee I inquire,

If still thou art able to save, The brand to pluck out of the fire, And ransom my soul from the grave; The help of thy Spirit restore,

And show me the life-giving blood: And pardon a sinner once more, And bring me again unto God. 3 O Jesus, in pity draw near; Come quickly to help a lost soul; To comfort a mourner appear, And make a poor Lazarus whole: The balm of thy mercy apply, Thou seest the sore anguish I feel; Save, Lord, or I perish, I die O save, or I sink into hell!

4 I sink, if thou longer delay

Thy pardoning mercy to show; Come quickly, and kindly display The power of thy passion below; By all thou hast done for my sake, One drop of thy blood I implore; Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner a sinner no more.

HYMN 418. L. M. [183] AH! Lord, with trembling I confess, A gracious soul may fall from grace: The salt may lose its seasoning power, And never, never find it more!

2 Lest that my fearful case should be, Each moment knit my soul to thee: And lead me to the mount above, Through the low vale of humble love.

HYMN 419. C. M.

O THAT I were as heretofore!
When, warm in my first love,

I only liv'd my God t' adore,
And seek the things above!

2 Upon my head his candle shone,
And lavish of his grace,

With cords of love he drew me on,
And half unveil'd his face.

3 Far, far above all earthly things,
Triumphantly I rode;

I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings,
And found and talk'd with God.

4 Where am I now? from what a height
Of happiness cast down!
The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.

5 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
For which I sigh in pain!
How shall I 'scape into thy breast,
My Eden now regain?

HYMN 420. C. M. [184]
O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd;
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from m breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God;
Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN 421. 7s.

DEPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace,
Long provok'd him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls,
Griev'd him by a thousand falls.
3 Kindled his relentings are,
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, "How shall I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands;
God is love! I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps and loves me still.

5 Jesus answer from above,
Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet?
6 Now incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament!
Now my foul revolt deplore!
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

HYMN 422. L. M. [186]

SAVIOUR, I now with shame confess
My thirst for creature happiness
By base desires I wrong'd thy love,
And forc'd thy mercy to remove.

2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke,
But when thou didst thy grace revoke,
And when thou didst thy face conceal,
Thy absence I refus'd to feel.

3 I knew not that the Lord was gone,
In my own froward will went on:
I liv'd to the desires of men,

And thou hast all my wand'rings seen.
4 Yet, O the riches of thy grace!
Thou, who hast seen my evil ways,
Wilt freely my backslidings heal,
And pardon on my conscience seal.

HYMN 423. C. M. [186]

O WHY did I my Saviour leave!
So soon unfaithful prove!
How could I thy good Spirit grieve,
And sin against thy love?

2 I forc'd thee first to disappear,
I turn'd thy face aside:

Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here, Thy servant had not died.

3 But oh, now soon thy wrath is o'er, And pard'ning love takes place! Assist me, Saviour, to adore

The riches of thy grace.

4 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies:

How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes?

5 I loathe myself when God I see,

And into nothing fall Content if thou exalted be,

And Christ be All in All.

HYMN 424. S. M.

O JESUS! full of grace,

To thee I make my moan;
Let me again behold thy face-
Call home thy banish'd one.

2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.

3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?
Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,
Abundantly forgive.

4 For thine own mercy's sake
Relieve my wretchedness;
And O my pardon give me back,
And give me back my peace!

5 Again thy love reveal;

Restore that inward heaven :
O grant me once again to feel,
Through faith, my sins forgiven.

6 Thy utmost mercy show;

In

Say to my drooping soul,

peace and full assurance go,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.

HYMN 425. L. M.

I LEFT the God of truth and light,
I left the God who gave me breath,
To wander in the wilds of night,
And perish in the snares of death,