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Ils and 10s. 290.

To the Mercy-Seat. 1 COME, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish,

Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel : Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your


Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal, 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing

Forth from the throne of God, pure from above: Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing, Earth has no sorrow, but heaven can remove

C. M. 291.

The Friend of Sinners.
1 JESUS! thou art the sinner's friend;

As such I look to thee;
Now, in the fulness of thy love,

O Lord ! remember me.
2 Remember thy pure word of grace,

Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,

And, then, remember me.
3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!

I yield myself to thee;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,

Dear Lord ! remember me.
4 Lord ! I am guilty-I am vile,

But thy salvation 's free;
Then, in thine all-abounding grace,

Dear Lord ! remember me.
5 And, when I close my eyes in death,

When creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer-God!
I pray, remember me.

S. M. 292.

Repentance, in Vieio of Christ's Compassion.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep?
And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears

The angels wondering see!
Be thou astonished, O my soul !

He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept—that we might weep ;-

Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
There is no weeping there.

C. M. 293.

The Soul casting itself on Christ. 1 APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh:
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,

And such, O Lord! am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed,
By wars without and fears within,

I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place,

That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him—“Thou hast died." 5 Oh! wondrous love,to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead thy gracious name! 294.

In-dwelling Sin lamented.
1 WITH tears of anguish, I lament,

Before thy feet, my God!
My passion, pride, and discontent,

And vile ingratitude. 2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base,

So false as mine has been ;

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So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin.
3 How long, dear Saviour ! shall I feel

These struggles in my breast ?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,

And give my conscience rest? 4 Break, sovereign grace ! Oh! break the charm

And set the captive free:
Reveal, great God! thy mighty arm,

And haste to rescue me. 295.

Sin bewailed at the Cross.
1 OH! if my soul was formed for wo,

How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should, like rivers, flow

From both my streaming eyes.
2 ’T was for my sins, my dearest Lord

Hung on the cursed tree-
And groaned away a dying life,

For thee, my soul for thee.
3 Oh! how I hate those sins of mine

That shed the Saviour's blood;
That pierced and nailed his sacred flesh

Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my Redeemer! they shall die;

My heart hath so decreed ;
Nor will I spare the guilty things

That made my Saviour bleed.
5 While with a melting, broken heart,

My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

C. M. 296.

Mourning at the Sepulchre.
1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord !

Cast all your fears away;
Draw near, and, with delight, behold

The place where Jesus lay.
2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ;-

T was love that brought him low;

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3 Now to thy footstool, Lord! I fly,

And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, am I

And thou, my God! art all in all. 4 Dearer—far dearer to my heart,

Than all the joys that earth can give;
From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part,

Beneath thy countenance to live. 300.

Taking up the Cross.
1 JESUS! I'my cross have taken,

All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known!
Yet how rich is my condition,

God and heaven are still my own! ? Let the world despise and leave me;

They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me :-

Thou art not, like them, untrue;
Oh! while thou dost smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love and might!
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;-

Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Perish, earthly fame and treasure !

Come, disaster, scorn, and pain !
In thy service, pain is pleasure ;

With thy favor, life is gain;
Oh! 't is not in grief to harm me,

While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me-
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

es, 7s and 4.
1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer!

Welcome to this heart of mine;
Lord! I make a full surrender,

Every power and thought be thine;
Thine entirely,-

Through eternal ages thine.

The Surrender.

2 Known to all to be thy mansion,

Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession,

When they find the Lord is near:
Shout, O Zion!

Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here,



Love to the Saints. 1 PEOPLE of the living God!

I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort no where found :
Now to you my spirit turns,—

Turns, a fugitive unblest ;
Brethren! where your altar burns,

Oh! receive me into rest.
2 Lonely, I no longer roam,

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell, shall be my home,

Where you die, shall be my grave:
Mine the God whom you adore,

Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,-

Every idol I resign. 303.

Subdued by the Cross.
1 IN evil, long I took delight,

Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,

And stopped my wild career.
2 I saw one hanging on a tree,

In agonies and blood;
He fixed his languid eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.
3 Oh! never, till my latest breath,

Shall I forget that look ;
It seemed to charge me with his death,

Though not a word he spoke.
4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt,

It plunged me in despair ;

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