4. Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:

Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.

WATTS.

1. JESUS! Thou art the sinner's Friend;
As such I look to Thee;

Now in the fullness of Thy love,
O Lord! remember me.

2. Remember Thy pure word of grace-
Remember Calvary;
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

3. Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to Thee;

While Thou art sitting on Thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

4. Lord! I am guilty-I am vile,
But Thy salvation 's free;
Then, in Thine all-abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

5. And, when I close my eyes in death,
When creature-helps all flee,

Then, O my dear Reedemer-God!
I pray, remember me.

PARKINSON SELEC.

1. JESUS, and didst Thou condescend,
When vailed in human clay,

To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?

2. Didst Thou regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see?
Jesus, Thou Son of David, hear—
Have mercy, too, on me.

3. And didst Thou pity mortal woe,
And sight and health restore?
Then pity, Lord, and save my soul,
Which needs Thy mercy more.

4. Didst Thou regard Thy servant's cry,
When sinking in the wave?

449.

450.

I perish, Lord-oh save my soul,
For Thou alone canst save.

C. M.

1. WELCOME, O Saviour! to my heart
Possess Thine humble throne;
Bid every rival hence depart,

And claim me for Thine own.

2. The world and Satan I forsake-
To Thee, I all resign;

My longing heart, O Jesus! take,
And fill with love divine.

3. Oh! may I never turn aside,
Nor from Thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide-
I give it all to Thee.

C. M.

BRADLEY.

;

BOURNE'S COLL.

the sea,

How can I reach the shore?

2. Oh, let Thy star of love but shine,
Though with the faintest ray;

"Twill gild with light the foaming brine,
And light my stormy way.

3. Then gladly will I follow Thee,
Though hurricanes appear;
Singing with rapture o'er the sea;
"What can I have to fear?"

451.

C. M.

LEIFCHILD'S COLL.

my

God!

1. THY gracious presence, O
All that I wish contains;
With this, beneath affliction's load,
My heart no more complains.

2. This can my every care control,

Gild each dark scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul,
Without it all is night.

3. O happy scenes above the sky,
Where Thy full beams impart
Unclouded beauty to the eye,
And rapture to the heart.

4. Her portion in those realms of bliss,
My spirit longs to know;

My wishes terminate in this,

Nor can they rest below.

5. Lord! Shall the breathings of my heart
Aspire in vain to Thee?

Confirm my hope, that where Thou art,
I shall forever be.

6. Then shall my cheerful spirit sing
The darksome hours away,

452.

And rise on faith's expanded wing
To everlasting day.

C. M.

1. APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer:

There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.

STEELE.

2. Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh:

Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3. Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed;

By wars without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.

4. Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near Thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell Him-"Thou hast died."

5. Oh! wondrous Love-to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,

That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name!

453.

NEWTON,

C. M.

1. My soul, review the trembling days
In which my God I sought,

I cried aloud for aid divine,

And aid divine He brought.

2. Through all my weak and fainting heart
His secret strength He spread,
And clasped me in His arms of love,
And raised my drooping head.

3. He called Himself my covenant God;
His promises He showed;

And wide displayed their solemn seal
In the great-Surety's blood.

4. I heard His people shout around,
And joined their cheerful song;
And saw from far the shining seats-
Which to His saints belong.

5. My God, what inward strength thou givest
I to Thy service vow;

454.

And in Thy strength would upward march,
Till at Thy throne I bow.

7s.

1. SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee:
When repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
O, by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2. By Thy birth and early years,
By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness.
By Thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.

3. By Thine hour of dark despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,

DODDRIDGE,

By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn,
By Thy cross, Thy pangs and cries,
By Thy perfect sacrifice:

Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.

4. By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
By Thy power from death to save:
Mighty God, ascended Lord,

To Thy throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.

ROBERT GRANT.