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Subdue my passions, touch my heart,
And all my fears control :
In that decisive hour,
And time shall be no more.
219. 61. L. M. Prayer of the dejected Penitent. Ps. cxxx. 1 FROM depths of sadness and distress,
From gloomy mazes of despair,
Þeign, O our God! to hear our prayer :
For thine indulgence is relief!
Our faults, and as severely chide ;
Could such a scrutiny abide ;
Bright theme of universal praise !
Before his throne our souls altend :
Our faith is fixed, our hopes depend ::
In contemplation to the skies.
In season he will grace impart,
And soothe the penitential heart :
That speaks of life and peace ;
And all his anguish cease. 2
No balm on earth beside
Can cheer the contrite heart;
Such pure delight impart. 3
Still merciful and kind,
The wounded spirit heal. 4 J.et me, with wilful mind,
No more thy laws offend :
If thou be still my friend.
221. C. M.
Mercy to the Penitent. 1 O THOU,
the wretched's sure retreat,
Revive the fainting soul ! 2 Did ever thy propitious ear
The humble plea disdain !
Or supplicate in vain ? 3 Oppressed with grief and shame, dissolvedi
In penitential tears,
And dissipates our fears.
4 New life from thy refreshing grace
Our sinking hearts receive : Thy gentlest, best-loved attribute,
To pity and forgive.
Appears serenely bright,
O'er sorrow's dismal night.
And bless the friendly ray, Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.
C. M. Encouraging Assurance of the divine Presence.
Isa. xli. 10.
'To dissipate our fear!
Our God for ever near ? 2 Doth thy right hand which formed the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
When dangers round us rise ?
To that delightful scene,
Through pastures ever green ?
And banish every care;
If God be with us there.
While we his gracious succour prove,
'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades through which we pass,
Shall echo with his praise.
His well-established mind,
Shall true composure find. :: Oft through the deep and stormy sea,
The heavenly foolsteps lie; But on a glorious world beyond,
His faith can fix its eye.
And sorrows round him dwell,
That all shall issue well.
Through every scene he goes ;
His steadfast bosom knows.
No gloomy views affright;
Whatever is, is right.
224. L. M.
And court the joys that hurt the soul;
2 That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root ;
When other friends betray their trust. 3 With this companion, in the shade
My soul no more shall be dismayed ;
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
The noblest comforts still are mine;
And journey with me through the vale. 5 Amidst the various scenes of ills,
Each stroke some kind design fulfils :
When love supreme directs the rod ?
And lead me to the realms of day;
225. C. M,
God, the Christian's Refuge. 1 When storms hang o'er the Christian's head,
He seeks his covenant-God :
Finds a secure abode.
Assail his inward peace,
And cause those fears to cease.