4 Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress Is found in God alone. 341. L. M. DODDRIDGE. A Wanderer pleading to be reclaimed. 1 LORD! we have wandered from thy way, 2 Exposed to want, exposed to harm, 30 seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord! 342. L. M. 61. DENHAM. Imploring Divine Mercy. 1 OUT of the depths of sad distress, To heaven we raise our warm address; 2 Shouldst thou, O God, minutely scan 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: 4 Ye pious minds, on God rely; 343. C. M. S. STREETER. Humiliation for Sin. 1 HERE in thy temple, Lord, we meet, 2 Our sins rise up in dread array, And fill our hearts with fear; 3 Still, Lord, thy mercy 's rich and free, And runs an endless round; A boundless, purifying sea, Where all our sins are drowned. 4 O send thy pity from on high Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, 5 We humbly mourn our follies past Resolved, while feeble life shall last, 344. C. M. MRS. STEELE. Rejoicing to return. 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word! 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, ' Return :' Dear Lord, and may I come! My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine! 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet Dear Savior, I adore ; O keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. 345. C. M. MRS. STEELE Desiring to return. 10 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 4 Absent from thee, my guide, my light! Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 5 O shine on this benighted heart, PRAYER AND DEVOUT EXERCISES. 346. C. M. WATTS. Heartless Worship an Abomination. 1 GOD is a spirit just and wise, In vain to heaven we raise our cries, 2 Nothing but truth before his throne The painted hypocrites are known 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere ; Then shall I stand before thy face, |