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2 I urge no merits of my own,

No worth, to claim thy gracious smile :
No-when Í bow before thy throne-

Dare to converse with God awhile
Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea-
Dearest and sweetest name to me!
3 Father of mercies-God of love!

Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry ;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty :
One pardoning word can make me whole,

And soothe the anguish of my soul. 289

L. M. Alfreton. Uxbridge.
AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel, and weep:
Beneath a weight of woes oppressed,
I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.
2 Now, from thy throne of bliss above,
Shed down a look of heavenly love ;
That balm shall sweeten all my pain,
And bid my soul rejoice again.
3 By thy divine, transforming power,
My ruined nature now restore;
And let my life and temper shine,

In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine. 290

C. M.

Spencer. Grafton.
LORD, I approach the mercy-seat,

Where thou dost answer prayer ;
There humbly fall before thy feet,

For none can perish there.
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 war without, and fear within,

I conie to thee for rest.
mf 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. 291

S. M. Boxford. Dartmouth.
THOU Lord of all above,

And all below the sky,
Prostrate before thy feet I fall,

And for thy mercy cry.
2 Forgive my follies past,

The crimes which I have done ;
Oh hid a contrite sinner live,

Through thine incarnate Son.
3 Guilt, like a heavy load,

Upon my conscience lies;
To thee I make my sorrows known,

And lift my weeping eyes.
4 The burden which I feel,

Thou only canst remove;
Do thou display thy pardoning grace,

And thine unbounded love.
5 One gracious look of thine

Will ease my troubled breast:
Oh! let me know my sins forgiven,
And I shall then be blest.

C. M. Eastport. Lebanon. 292

Absence from God deprecated.
OH thou, whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye ;-
2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said Return'?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail

To drive me from thy feet?
Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat.
4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light!

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

How desolate my way!

5 Oh! shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joy divine.

S. M. Haverhill. Hudson. 293

Returning to Christ. mmi YE sons of earth, arise !

Ye creatures of a day !
Redeem the time-be bold-be wise,

And cast your bonds away.
2 The year of gospel-grace,

With us rejoice to see ;
And thankfully in Christ embrace

Your proffered liberty.
Aff 3 Blest Saviour-Lord of all!

Thee help us to receive;
Obedient to thy gracious call,

Oh bid us turn and live!
4 Our former years misspent,

Now let us deeply mourn ;
And, softened by thy grace, repent,

And to thine arms return! 294

C. M.

Graton. Lebanon.
HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart

Has wandered from the Lord !
How oft my roving thoughts depart,

Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls Return.'

Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn :

Oh take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou-wilt thou yet forgive,

And bid my crimes remove?
And shali a pardoned rebel live,

To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,

How glorious--how divine !
That can to life and bliss restore

A heart so vile as mine.
5 Thy pardoning love-90 free 50 sweet-

Dear Saviour, I adore ;
Oh keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

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L. M. Medway. Midd!ebury.
RETURN, my roving heart, return,

And life's vain shadows chase no more ;
Seek out some solitude to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore.
2 O thou great God, whose piercing eye

Distinctly marks each deep retreat,
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,

And let me here thy presence meet.
3 Through all the windings of my heart,

My search let heavenly wisdom guide ;
And still its beams unerring dart,

Till all be known and purified.
4 Then let the visits of thy love,

My inmost soul be made to share,
Till ev'ry grace combine to prove

That God has fixed his dwelling there. 296

L. M. Windbam. Hamburg.
AH! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,
That can from Jesus thus depart;
Thus fond of trifles vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour's love!
2 Dear Lord, to thee I would return,
And at thy feet repenting mourn :
There let me view thy pardoning love,
And never from thy sight remove.
3 Oh let thy love, with sweet control,
Bind every passion of my soul;
Bid every vain desire depart,

And dwell forever in my heart. 297

C. M. Baldwin. Litchfield.
MY Saviour, let me hear thy voice

Pronounce the word of peace;
And all my warmest powers shall join

To celebrate thy grace.
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2 With gentle voice, call me thy child,

And speak my sins forgiven;
The accents mud shall charm mine ear

Like all the harps of heaven.
mf 3 With joy, where'er thy hand shall lead,

with joy Thu quit these mortal shores, Leo And mingle with the dead.

4 When dreadful guilt is done away,

No other fears we know;

That hand, which seals our pardon sure, f Shall crowns of life bestow.

C. M. Judea. Peterboro'. 298

Faith, the Evidence of Things not seen.
FAITH is the brightest evidence

Of things beyond our sight;
It pierces through the vail of sense,

And dwells in heavenly light.
2 It sets time past in present view,

Brings distant prospects home,
Of things a thousand years ago,

Or thousand years to come.
3 By faith we know the world was made

By God's almighty word;
We know the heavens and earth shall fade,

And be again restored.
4 Abraham obeyed the Lord's command,

From his own country driven;
By faith he sought a promised land,

But found his rest in heaven.
5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we stray,

The promise in our eye;
By faith we walk the narrow way,
That leads to joy on high.

S. M. Mornington. Southfield. 299

Source and Office of Faith.
FAITH_tis a precious grace,

Where'er it is bestowed ;
It boasts a high, celestial birth,

And is the gist of God.
2 Jesus it owns as King,

And all-atoning Priest;
It claims no merit of its own,

But looks for all in Christ.
3 To him it leads the soul,

When filled with deep distress j
Flies to the fountain of his blood,

And trusts his righteousness.
4 Since 'tis thy work alone,

And that divinely free;
Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son,

To work this faith in me.

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