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HYMN 100. L. M. WHAT have I then wherein to trust?
I nothing have, I nothing am; Excluded is my every boast,
My glory swallow'd up in shame. 2 Guilty I stand before thy face,
On me I feel thy wrath abide; 'Tis just the sentence should take place,
'Tis just,--but, O, thy Son hath died! 3 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled,
He bore our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse he bow'd his head,
"Tis finish'd! he hath died for me! 4 See, where before thy throne he stands,
And pours the all-prevailing prayer! Points to his side, and lifts his hands,
And shows that I am graven there! 5 He ever lives for me to pray;
He prays that I with him may reign: Amen, to what my Lord doth say!
Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain.
HYMN 101. L. M.  STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears ; And vex'd, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years :
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear
T exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 This only wo I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love. 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.
O THAT I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem; Who gave his life that I might live,
A life conceal'd in him! 2 O that I could the blessing prove,
My heart's extreme desire ! Live happy in my Saviour's love,
And in his arms expire ! 3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace,
That, kept by mercy's power, I may from every evil cease,
And never grieve thee more. 4 Now, if thy gracious will it be,
E'en now my sins remove, And set my soul at liberty
By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand prayers,
Thou pard’ning God, descend : Number me with salvation's heirs,
My sins and troubles end.
Of all in earth or heaven:
HYMN 103. C. P. M.
All taken up by thee?
The love of Christ to me.
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see : They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, and height.
In this poor stony heart!
Be mine this better part !
Be this my happy choice;
To hear the Bridegroom's voice! 5 O, that I could with favor'd John, Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast: From care and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee, My everlasting rest!
HYMN 104. C. M.  WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring
The tokens of thy grace.
And seal the heirs of heaven ?
And show my sins forgiven ?
In the Redeemer's blood :
That I am born of God.
The pledge of joys to come;
HYMN 105. C. M.
But 0, how dark and void ; To me 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
Till he his light impart;
The veil is on my heart ! 3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown; Pity my helpless unbelief,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye,
The long-sought blessing give; And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.
Thy promis'd help implore:
And never lose him more!
Shed in my heart abroad; The middle wall of sin remove, And let me in to God.
HYMN 106. ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress,
Just ready all hope to resign; I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine; Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load; All-plaintive I pour out my song
And stretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jesus for peace,
The rock that is higher than I; Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice,
Thy presence is fair to behold; Attend to my sorrows and cries,
My groanings that cannot be told. 3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn,
My hold on thy promise to keep ; The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep. While harass'd and cast from thy sight,
The tempter suggests with a roar,