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What strange, rebellious wretches we!

And God as strangely kind ! 3 Turn-turn us, mighty God!

And mould our souls a fresh! mfi Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,

And give us hearts of flesh.
4 Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes;
And hourly, as new mercies fall,
Let hourly thanks arise.

C. M.

Burford. Grafton. 278

Indwelling Sin lamented.
WITH tears of anguish I lament,

Before thy feet, my God,
My passion, pride, and discontent,

And vile ingratitude.
2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,

So false as mine has been ;
So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin.
3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel

These struggles in my breast ?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,

· And give my conscience rest? mf 4 Break, sovereign grace-oh break the charm,

And set the captive free:
Reveal, great God, thy mighty arm,

And haste to rescue me. 279


GOD of mercy!-God of grace!

Hear our sad, repentant songs,
Oh restore thy suppliant race,

Thou, to whom our praise belongs !
2 Deep regret for follies past,

Talents wasted-time misspent;
Hearts delased by worldly cares,

Thankless for the blessings lent,-
3 Foolish fears, and fond desires,

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

Oft to murmur and complain;

4 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,
Oh restore thy suppliant race,
Thou, to whom our praise belongs !
C. P. M.

Aithlone. 280

The Penitent surrendering.
LORD, thou hast won-at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compelled,

Surrenders all to thee:
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?

Love conquers even me.
2 If thou hadst hid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,

I still had stubborn been:
But mercy has my heart subdued,
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,

And now, I hate my sin.
mf 3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;

Come, take possession of thine own,

For thon hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.

S. M.

Haverhill. Cedron. 281

Repentance in View of Christ's Compassion.
DID Christ o'er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks bo dry?
Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears-

The wondering angels see!

Be thou astonished, O my soul !

He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep-

Each sin demands a tear; mf In heaven alone no sin is found,

And there's no weeping there.


C. M.

Med field. Bether.
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 detained-betrayed

From Jesus to depart:
3 From Jesus-who alone can give

True pleasure, peace, and rest :
When absent from my Lord, I live

Unsatisfied, unblest.
4 But he, for his own mercy's sake,

My wandering soul restores:
He bids the mourning heart partake

The pardon it implores.
5 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord,

The humble, contrite sigh,
Confirm the kind, forgiving word,

With pity in thine eye!
6 Then shall the mourner at thy feet

Rejoice to seek thy face;
And, grateful, own how kind-how sweet

Is thy forgiving grace. 283

78. Norwich. Pleyel's Hymn.
DEPTII of mercy can there be
Mercy still reserved for nie!
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face ;
Would not bear his gracious calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 Yet how great his mercies are !
Me he still delights to spare;
Cries—" How shall I give thee up ?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 Jesus, answer from above :
Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget ? -
Lo, I fall before thy feet.

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5 Now incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament!
Deeply my revolt deplore!
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

C. M. Wachusett. Lebanon. 284 Sins bewailed as causing the Death of Christ.

OH, if my soul was formed for wo,

How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow

From both my streaming eyes.
2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord

Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life,

For thee, my soul, for thee.
3 Oh, how I hate those Justs of mine,

That crucified my Lord;
Those sins, that pierced and nailed his flesh

Fast to the fatal wood!
f4 Yes, my Redeemer-they shall die

My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things

That made my Saviour bleed.
р 5 While with a melting, broken heart,

My murdered Lord I view-
f I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
C. M.

Grafton. Medfeld. 285

Self-righteous Hopes renounced.
VAIN are the hopes the sons of men

On their own works have built ;
Their hearts hy nature all unclean,

And all their actions guilt.
2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouth,

Without a murmuring word;
Let all the race of man confess

Their guilt before the Lord.
3 In vain we ask God's righteous law

To justify us now;
Since to convince, and to condemn

Is all the law can do.
4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace !

When in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness

That makes the sinner just.


L. M

Uxbridge. Albreton.
NO more, my God-I boast no more

Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,

To trust the merits of thy Son.
2 Now, for the love I bear his name,

What was my gain, I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,

And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes-and I must and will esteem

All things but loss for Jesus' sake;
Oh! may my soul be found in him,

And of his righteousness partake.
4 The best obedience of my hands

Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

C. M. 287

Spencer. Grafton.
Pardon implored.
PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet,

A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards to thy mercy-seat

Presumes to lift his eyes.
2 If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes

In ceaseless torrents flow,
3 But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;
No tears, but those which thou hast shed

No blood, but thou hast spilt.
4 I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord ;

Do thou my sins forgive :
Thy justice will approve the word

That bids the sinner live. 288

L. M. 61. Salisbury. Dresden.
FATHER of mercies-God of love!

Oh! hear a humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty :
Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice.

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