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5 Doth secret mischief lurk within ?

Do I indulge some unknown sin ?
O turn my feet, whene'er I stray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.

212. 7 M.
Freedom from Error, Guilt, and Folly.

Ps. xix. 15.
1 BLEST Instructer ! from thy ways,

Who can tell how oft he strays ?
Save from error's our mind,

Leave not, Lord, one root behind.
2 Purge us from the guilt that lies

Wrapt within our heart's disguise ;,
Let us thence, by thee renewed,

Each presumptuous sin exclude.
3 So our lot shall ne'er be joined

With the men, whose impious mind,
Fearless of thy just command,

Braves the vengeance of thy hand.
4 Let our tongues, from error free,

Speak the words approved by thee :
To thine all-observing eyes

Let our thoughts accepted rise.
5 While we thus thy name adore,

And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Instructer ! bow thine ear :
God, our strength ! propitious hear.


7 M.

A Penitential Hymn.
1 God of mercy! God of love !

Hear our sad, repentant songs ;
Listen to thy suppliant race,
Thou, to whom all grace belongs.

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2 Deep regret for follies past,

Talents wasted, time misspent;
Hearts debased by worldly cares;

Thankless for the blessings lent3 Foolish fears and fond desires,

Vain regrets for things as vain ;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,

Oft to murmur and complain4 These, and every secret fault,

Filled with grief and shame we own ;
Humbled at thy feet we lie,

Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy! God of grace!

Hear our sad, repentant songs ;
O restore thy suppliant race,
Thou, to whom our praise belongs !


L. M. Supplication to the Searcher of Hearts. 1 SEARCHER of hearts ! my thoughts review ;;

With kind severity pursue
Through each disguise thy servant's mind,

Nor leave one stain of guilt behind.
2 What is my state ? My soul, awake,

Severest scrutiny to make ;
Does no dark sign, no ground of fear,

In practice or in heart appear ?
3 What image does my spirit bear ?

Is Jesus formed and living there ?
Say, do his lineaments divine,
In thought, and word, and action shine ?

4 Searcher of hearts ! O search me still ;

The secrets of my soul reveal :
My fears removed, let me appear

To God and my own conscience clear. 5 Scatter the clouds that o'er my head

Their dubious gloom and terror spread ;
Lead me into celestial day,
And to myself, myself display.

215. C. M. Inconstancy in the Christian life lamented.

Hos. vi. 4. 1 PERPETUAL Source of light and grace!

We hail thy sacred name ;
Through every year's revolving round,

Thy goodness is the same. 2 On us, unworthy as we are,

Its wondrous mercy pours ;
Sure as the heaven's established course,

And plenteous as the showers. 3 Inconstant service we repay,

And treacherous vows renew;
Which pass away as morning clouds,

And as the early dew.
4 Low at thy feet our guilt we moura,

And ask thy constant grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,

In all thy righteous ways.
5 Armed with this energy divine,

Our souls shall constant prove,
And, with increasing transport, press

On to thy courts above.

6 So, by thy power, the morning sun Pursues his radiant

way, Brightens each moment in his race, And shines to perfect day.

216. L. M.

Contrite Supplication. Ps. li
1 Pity, dread Sovereign ! and forgive :

Let a repenting rebel live :
Are not thy mercies large and free ?

May not the contrite trust in thee?
2 My sins, though great, cannot surpass

The power and glory of thy grace ;
Great God! thy nature hath no bound,

So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every stain,

Nor let the guilt I mourn, remain :
Here on my heart the burden lies,

And past offences pain my eyes.
4. With shame my numerous sins I trace

Against thy law, against thy grace :
And though my prayer thou shouldst not hear,

My doom is just, and thou art clear. 5 Yet save a penitent, O Lord !

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some kind promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

217. S. M.

Absence from God.
1 O THOU, whose mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh.;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tear

From" sorrow's weeping eye!.

2 Before thy throne of grace,

Behold a wanderer mourn !
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ?

Hast thou not said,-Return. ?. 3 Absent from thee, my light!

Without one cheering ray;
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,.

How desolate my way! 4 On this benighted heart

With beams of mercy shine ;
And let thy healing voice impart.

A taste of joys divine.
5 Thy presence can bestow

Delights which never cloy :
Be this my solace here below,

And my eternal joy!

218. C. M.

Hope in the Divine Mercy.
1 When rising from the bed of death,

O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear!
% If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought : 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,-

O how shall I appear!
4 Then let thy pardoning love arise

On my benighted soul !

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