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2. Yes, let it go! One look from Thee
Will more than make amends

For all the losses I sustain

Of credit, riches, friends.

3. Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,

430.

Compared with Thee, supremely good!
Divinely bright and fair!

C. M.

BEDDOME.

1. SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2. Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And, when the evening shade prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3. In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw His glory shine;
And when I read His holy word.
I called each promise mine.

4. Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;

And, when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5. Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,
And make my soul Thy care;
I know Thy mercy can not fail,
Let me that mercy share.

NEWTON.

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1. THE winds were howling o'er the deep,
Each wave a watery hill;

The Saviour wakened from His sleep:
He spake, and all was still.

2. The madman in a tomb had made
His mansion of despair:

Woe to the traveler who strayed,
With heedless footsteps, there.

3. He met that glance so thrilling sweet,
He heard those accents mild;
And melting at Messiah's feet,
Wept like a weaned child.

4. Oh, madder than the raving man!
Oh, deafer than the sea!

How long the time since Christ began
To call in vain to me!

5. Yet could I hear Him once again,
As I have heard of old,

Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.

HEBER.

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1. DEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall
The wonders of Thy grace,
Low at Thy feet ashamed, I fall,
And hide this wretched face.

2. Shall love like Thine be thus repaid?
Ah, vile, ungrateful heart!

By earth's low cares so oft betrayed,
From Jesus to depart.

3. But He for His own mercy's sake,
My wandering soul restores;

He bids the mourning heart partake
The pardon it implores.

4. Oh, while I breathe to Thee, my Lord,
The deep, repentant sigh,

Confirm the kind, forgiving word,
With pity in Thine eye.

433.

5. Then shall the mourner at Thy feet
Rejoice to seek Thy face;

And grateful, own how kind, how sweet
Thy condescending grace.

MRS. STEELE.

C. M.

1. WHY is my heart so far from Thee,
My God, my chief delight?

Why are my thoughts no more by day
With Thee, no more by night?

2. When my forgetful soul renews
The savor of Thy grace,

My heart presumes, I can not lose
The relish all my days.

3. But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

4. Wretch that I am to wander thus
In chase of false delight!

434.

Let me be fastened to Thy cross,
Rather than lose Thy sight.

5. Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear center of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.

C. M.

1. AMIDST thy wrath, remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a father's chastening prove
Like an avenger's sword.

2. My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t' atone.

WATTS.

435.

3. All my desire to Thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh and every groan
Is noticed by Thine ear.

4. But I'll confess my guilt to Thee,
And grieve for all my sin;

I'll mourn how weak my graces be,
And beg support divine.

5. My God! forgive my follies past,
And be forever nigh;

O Lord of my salvation! haste,
Before Thy servant die.

C. M.

1. MERCY alone can meet my case,
For mercy, Lord, I cry;

Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face
In mercy, or I die.

2. Save me, for none beside can save,
At Thy command I tread,

With failing steps, life's stormy wave;
The wave goes o'er my head.

3. I perish, and my doom were just;
But wilt Thou leave me?—No!

I hold Thee fast, my hope, my trust;
I will not let Thee
go.

4. To Thee, Thee only will I cleave;
Thy word is all my plea;

That word is truth, and I believe-
Have mercy, Lord, on me.

WATTS.

MONTGOMERY.

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1. AND will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?

Thus at the door shall mercy stand,
In all her winning forms.

437.

2. Shall Jesus for admittance plead,
His charming voice unheard?
And this vile heart, for which he bled,
Remain forever barred?

3. 'Tis sin, alas! with tyrant power,
The lodging has possessed,

And crowds of traitors bar the door,
Against the heavenly guest.

4. Lord! rise in Thine all-conquering grace,
Thy mighty power display;
One beam of glory from Thy face
Can drive my foes away.

5. Ye vile seducers! hence, depart;
Dear Saviour! enter in;

Oh! guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

C. M.

MRS. STEELE.

1. OUR Christ hath reached His heavenly seat, Through sorrows and through scars;

The golden lamps are at His feet,

And in His hand the stars.

2. O Lord of life, and truth, and grace,
Ere nature was begun!
Make welcome to our erring race
Thy Spirit and Thy Son.

3. We hail the Church, built high o'er all
The heathens' rage and scoff;
Thy Providence its fenced wall,
"The Lamb the light thereof."

4. O, may He walk among us here,
With His rebuke and love-
A brightness o'er this lower sphere,
A ray from worlds above!

FROTHINGHAM.

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