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Sesus loves the pure and holy,
Seek his favor,
And your hearts to him unite. 3 All your sins to him confessing
Who is ready to forgive;
He is waiting,
receive ? 280.
Children invited to Christ.
And obey his gracious word;
Early seek, and you shall find. 2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;
Plead his perfect righteousness;
Come—you will not be denied. 3 For his worship now prepare;
Kneel to him in fervent prayer ;
Contrition's humble sigh;
From sorrow's weeping eye;-
A wretched wanderer mourn ;
Hast thou not said Return ?"
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat. 4 Oh! shine on this benighted heart, With beams of
shine; And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine.
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
Crucified God's only Son! 2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,
Driven the nails that fixed him there,
Pierced him with the bloody spear,
While for sinful man he dies.
Still to death thy Lord pursue ?
And the shameful cross renew ?
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Pleading in Jesus' Name.
Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;
Thy throne of glorious majesty ;
And bid my drooping heart rejoice.
No worth to claim thy gracious smile;
Dare to converse with God awhile,
3 Father of mercies, God of love!
Then hear thine humble suppliant's cry;
Thy throne of glorious majesty;
And soothe the anguish of my soul. 284.
Godly Sorrow at the Crose.
And did my Sovereign die ?
For such a worm as I?
He groaned upon the tree?
And love beyond degree !
And shut his glories in,
For man the creature's sin.
While his dear cross appears ;
And melt mine eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe;
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Backslider's Return through Christ.
And now made willing to return,
To him, with penitence, I mourn:
A friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin,
Open thine arms and take me in;
3 Ah! give me, Lord! the tender heart,
That trembles at th' approach of sin ;
Implant, and root it deep within ;
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Penitence and Hope. 1 DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall
The wonders of thy grace,
And hide this wretched face.
The penitential sigh,
With pity in thine eye.
Rejoice to seek thy face;
Thy condescending grace.
Confession and Entreaty.
Prostrate at thy feet 1 fall;
Frown not, lest I faint and die. 2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Chief of sinners I have been ;
Trampled on thy richest grace. 3 Justly might thy righteous dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Blast me in eternal death.
Balm to heal my every wound:
A guilty rebel lies;
Presumes to lift his eyes.
Oh! stay the vengeful storm;
Should crush a feeble worm.
the debt I owe, Tears should, from both my weeping eyes,
In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;
No blood, but thou hast spilt.
And all my sins forgive ;
That bids the sinner live.
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Pleading for Mercy.
And knock at mercy's door;
Thy favor we implore.
Down to the gates of hell ;
Our gloomy fears dispel.
Let thy compassion move;-
In tenderness and love.
O God! our sins forgive;
And, breaking, bid us live.