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Sesus loves the pure and holy,
They alone are his delight;

Seek his favor,

And your hearts to him unite. 3 All your sins to him confessing

Who is ready to forgive;
Seek the Saviour's richest blessing,
On his precious name believe ;

He is waiting,
Will you not his grace

receive ? 280.

Children invited to Christ.
1 CHILDREN! listen to the Lord,

And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind

Early seek, and you shall find. 2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;

Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side ;-

Come—you will not be denied. 3 For his worship now prepare;

Kneel to him in fervent prayer ;
Serve him with a perfect heart;
Never from his ways depart.


C. M.

10 THOU! whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye;-
2 See, low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn ;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said Return ?"
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail

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.

Repentance at the Cross of Christ.
1 HEARTS of stone! relent, relent,

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
See his body, mangled, rent,
Covered with a gore

of blood!
Sinful soul! what hast thou done!

Crucified God's only Son! 2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed him there,
Crowned with thorns his sacred head,

Pierced him with the bloody spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice,-

While for sinful man he dies.
3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain,-

Still to death thy Lord pursue ?
Open all his wounds again,-

And the shameful cross renew ?
No ;-with all my sins I'll part,
Break, Oh! break, my bleeding heart!

L. M. 6 Lines. 283.

Pleading in Jesus' Name.
1 FATHER of mercies, God of love!

Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,-

Thy throne of glorious majesty ;
Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,

And bid my drooping heart rejoice.
2 I urge no merit of my own,

No worth to claim thy gracious smile;
No,—when I come before thy throne,

Dare to converse with God awhile,
Thy name, blest Jesus! is my plea,
Dearest and sweetest name to me.

C. M.

3 Father of mercies, God of love!

Then hear thine humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty;
One pard’ning word can make me whole,

And soothe the anguish of my soul. 284.

Godly Sorrow at the Crose.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head,

For such a worm as I?
2 Was it, for crimes that I had done,

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity !--grace unknown !-

And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,

For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord! I give myself away;
"T is all that I can do.

L. M. 6 Lines. 285.

Backslider's Return through Christ.
1 WEARY of wandering from my God,

And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;

To him, with penitence, I mourn:
I have an advocate above,

A friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I of sin,
Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms and take me in;
Oh! freely my backslidings heal,
And love the dying sinner still.

3 Ah! give me, Lord! the tender heart,

That trembles at th' approach of sin ;
A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant, and root it deep within ;
That I may fear thy gracious power,
And never dare t' offend thee more.

C. M. 286.

Penitence and Hope. 1 DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall

The wonders of thy grace,
Low at thy feet ashamed I fall,

And hide this wretched face.
2 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord !

The penitential sigh,
Confirm the kind forgiving word,

With pity in thine eye.
3 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet,

Rejoice to seek thy face;
And grateful own-how kind, how sweet,

Thy condescending grace.

78. 287.

Confession and Entreaty.
1 SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all !

Prostrate at thy feet 1 fall;
Hear, Oh ! hear my earnest cry,

Frown not, lest I faint and die. 2 Vilest of the sons of men,

Chief of sinners I have been ;
Oft abused thee to thy face,

Trampled on thy richest grace. 3 Justly might thy righteous dart

Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might thine angry breath

Blast me in eternal death.
4 But with thee there's mercy found -

Balm to heal my every wound:
Soothe, Oh! soothe the troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.

C. M

1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet,

A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards, to thy mercy-seat,

Presumes to lift his eyes.
2 Let not thy justice frown me hence;

Oh! stay the vengeful storm;
Forbid it, that Omnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm.
3 If tears of sorrow could suffice

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 tears, but those which thou hast shed,

No blood, but thou hast spilt.
5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord !

And all my sins forgive ;
Then justice will approve the word

That bids the sinner live.

C. M. 289.

Pleading for Mercy.
1 LORD! at thy feet, we sinners lie,

And knock at mercy's door;
With bleeding heart, and downcast eye,

Thy favor we implore.
2 Without thy grace, we sink oppressed,

Down to the gates of hell ;
Oh! give our troubled spirits rest,

Our gloomy fears dispel.
3 'T is mercy-mercy now we plead;

Let thy compassion move;-
Mercy, that led thee once to bleed,

In tenderness and love.
4 In mercy now, for Jesus' sake,

O God! our sins forgive;
Thy grace our stubborn hearts can break,

And, breaking, bid us live.

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