Subdue my passions, touch my heart, 5 And may I taste thy richer grace When Christ to judgment shall descend, 219. 61. L. M. Prayer of the dejected Penitent. Ps. cxxx. 1 FROM depths of sadness and distress, From gloomy mazes of despair, Thy throne of mercy we address ; Deign, O our God! to hear our prayer : O let thine ear indulge our grief, For thine indulgence is relief! 2 Shouldst thou, O God! minutely scan Our faults, and as severely chide; No mortal seed of sinful man Could such a scrutiny abide ; But mercy shines in all thy ways, Bright theme of universal praise 3 With longing eyes we seek the Lord, Before his throne our souls attend : Firmly on his eternal word Our faith is fixed, our hopes depend : 1 2 Peace to the returning Penitent.. FATHER!-how sweet the voice, That speaks of life and peace; That bids the penitent revive, And all his anguish cease. No balm on earth beside Can cheer the contrite heart; 3 Still merciful and kind, That merey, Lord! reveal : 4 Let me, with wilful mind, Then shall I know nor guilt nor fear, Mercy to the Penitent. ÍO THOU, the wretched's sure retreat, 2 Did ever thy propitious ear The humble plea disdain ? Or when did plaintive misery sigh, 3 Oppressed with grief and shame, dissolved: In penitential tears, Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts, 4 New life from thy refreshing grace 5 From that blest source, propitious hope And sheds her soft and cheering beam 6 Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord, Encouraging Assurance of the divine Presence. Isa. xli. 10. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord! Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, 2 Doth thy right hand which formed the earth, 3 And wilt thou lead our weary souls 4 On thy support our souls shall lean, The gloomy vale of death will smile, While we his gracious succour prove, 3 'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades through which we pass, Shall echo with his praise. 223. C. M. The Influence of habitual Piety. Oft through the deep and stormy sea, 3 Though dark his present prospects be, Full in the presence of his God, 5 No dangers can his soul alarm; 224. L. M. A good Conscience the best Support. 2 That tree which bears immortal fruit, That friend, who never fails the just, 6 His hand will smooth each rugged way, God, the Christian's Refuge. 1 WHEN storms hang o'er the Christian's head, 2 When foes and fears of every name Those foes his God will put to shame, |