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4 Author of faith, to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift,
My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die,
O speak and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 The worst of sinners would rejoice,
Could they but see thy face:
O let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace!

HYMN 162. L. M. [80]

O THOU, whom all thy saints adore,
We now with all thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.

2 We come, great God, to seek thy face,
And for thy loving kindness wait;
And oh, how dreadful is this place!

"Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate! 3 Tremble our hearts to find thee nigh, To thee our trembling hearts aspire: And lo! we see descend from high, The pillar and the flame of fire.

4 Still let it on the assembly stay,
And all the house with glory fill:
To Canaan's bounds point out the way,
And lead us to thy holy hill.

HYMN 163. L. M. [81]

O LET the pris'ners mournful cries,
As incense in thy sight appear!
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply, they may find thee near.

2 The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free:

Call home, call home thy banish'd ones! -
Lead captive their captivity!

3 Show them the blood that bought their peace,
The anchor of their steadfast hope;
And bid their guilty terrors cease,

And bring the ransom'd pris'ners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries, The fallen raise, the mourners cheer; O, Sun of Righteousness, arise,

And scatter all their doubt and fear!
5 Pity the day of feeble things;
O gather every halting soul!

And drop salvation from thy wings,
And make the contrite sinner whole.
HYMN 164. S. M.

BLEST Comforter divine!

Let rays of heavenly love,
Amid our gloom and darkness shine,
And guide our souls above.

2 Draw, with thy still small voice,
Us from each sinful way;
And bid the mourning saint rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay.

3 By thine inspiring breath
Make every cloud of care,
And e'en the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear.

4 O, fill thou every heart

With love to all our race! Great Comforter! to us impart, These blessings of thy grace.

HYMN 165. L. M. [480]

AND dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?"
Lord, I would seize the golden hour:
I pray to be released from guilt,

And freed from sin's polluting power.
2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart;
More of thine image let me bear;
Erect thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.
3 Give me to read my pardon sealed,
And from thy joy to draw my strength;
O be thy boundless love revealed

In all its height, and breadth, and length. 4 Grant these requests-I ask no more, But to thy care the rest resign; Sick or in health, or rich, or poor, · All shall be well, if thou art mine.

HYMN 166. C. M. [362]

GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear;
Thy presence now display;

We kneel within thy house of prayer;
O give us hearts to pray.

2 The clouds, which veil thee from our sight,
In pity, Lord, remove;
Dispose our minds to hear aright

The message of thy love.

3 Help us, with holy fear and joy,
To kneel before thy face;
O make us, creatures of thy power,
The children of thy grace.

HYMN 167. L. M. [349]

HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one who seeks his God in vain?

Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And still I pray and be denied?
2 Shall I for ever be forgot,

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn?
And still despair of thy return?

3 How long shall my poor troubled breast, Be with these anxious thoughts oppress'd? And Satan, my malicious foe,

Rejoice to see me sink so low?

4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief;
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.

HYMN 168. C. M..

O LORD, our languid souls inspire,
For here we trust thou art!
Send down a coal of heav'nly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.
2 Shew us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

3 Within these walls let holy praise,
And love and concord dwell;
Here give the troubled conscience peace,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;

And shine upon us from on high,

To make our graces grow.

5 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our prayers;
And, in the presence of our Lord,
Unbosom all our cares.

6 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round,
To come and fill the place.

HYMN 169. C. M. [343]

OUT of the depth of self-despair
To thee, O Lord, I cry ;
My misery mark, attend my prayer,
And bring salvation nigh.

2 If thou art rig'rously severe,
Who may the test abide?
Where shall the man of sin appear,
Or how be justified?

3 But O forgiveness is with thee,
That sinners may adore;
With filial fear thy goodness see,
And never grieve thee more.

4 My soul, while still to Him it flies,
Prevents the morning ray:
O that his mercy's beams would rise,
And bring the gospel day!

HYMN 170. C. M. [359]

WITH sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.

2 Before the gracious throne we bow, Of heaven's almighty King;

Here we present the solemn vow,
And hymns of praise we sing.

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