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5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive, bogomis
The love and joy unknown,
i Matan And force me to thy breast
Tu WU When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?
My wandering to and fro ?
Ah! whither should I go? 3 Thy condescending grace.
To me did freely move;
And stoops to ask my love. 4 Lord, at thy feet I fall,
I groan to be set free:
And give up all for thee.
29 Didst lead a suffering life below,
Ou To gain my worthless heart. 6 My worthless heart to gain,
le The God of all that breathe,
loue Was found in fashion as a man,
line And died a cursed death. HYMN 117. C. M.
Th LORD, I approach the mercy seat, Where thou dost answer prayer;
TE There humbly fall before thy feet,
TE For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea ;
With this I venture nigh;
And such, O Lord, am I.
By Satan sorely pressed,
I come to thee for rest.
That, shelter'd near thy side,
And tell him thou hast died.
To bear the cross and shame,
HYMN 118. L. P. M.
Why hangs he then on yonder tree?
(Sinners he prays for you and me :)
Our loss of Eden to retrieve,
If all the world through thee may live,
Thee—by thy painful agony,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
4 O let me kiss thy bleeding feet,
And bathe and wash them with my tears,
In every drooping sinner's ears;
Thy love for every simner free,
May taste the grace that found out me:
HYMN 119. L. M. (321)
HYMN 120. L. M. 
From heaven and thee removed so far,
And cast not out my languid prayer. 2 Gently the weak thou lov'st to lead,
Thou lov'st to prop the feeble knee; O break not then a bruised reed,
Nor quench the smoking flax in me. 3 Buried in sin, thy voice I hear,
And burst the barriers of my tomb; In all the marks of death appear;
Forth at thy call, tho' bound, I come. 4 Give me, O give me fully, Lord,
Thy resurrection's power to know; Free me, indeed, repeat the word,
And loose my bands and let me go 5 Fain would I go to thee, my God,
Thy mercies and thy wants to tell;
HYMN 121. S. M. 
From sin's soft soothing power:
And rise to fall no more!
But stand with constant care,
And watching unto prayer!
And never, never faint,
I know that thou wouldst give,
More than I can request :
My soul to perfect rest.
A sinful world to save:
May peace and pardon have.
But may return to thee;
HYMN 122. S. M. 
And all below the sky, Prostrate before thy feet I fall,
And for thy mercy cry. 2 Forgive my follies past,
The crimes which I have done : O bid a contrite sinner live,
Through thine incarnate Son. 3 Guilt, like a heavy load,
Upon my conscience lies;
And lift my weeping eyes 4 The burden which I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
HYMN 123. C. NI.
Thy power to us make known; Strike with the hainmer of thy word,
And break these hearts of stone!