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4 These—and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame, we own.
Seeking pardon from thy throne!
Hear our sad, repentant songs,
Thou, to whom our praise belongs !
C. P. M.
The Penitent surrendering.
Surrenders all to thee:
Love conquers even ine.
I still had stubborn been:
And now, I hate my sin.
Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;
To be employed by thee.
Repentance in View of Christ's Compassion.
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Burst forth from every eye.
The wondering angels see!
He shed those tears for thee.
Each sin demands a tear;-
And there's no weeping there.
Medfield. Bether 1 DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall
The wonders of thy grace,
And hide this wretched face.
Ah! vile, ungrateful heart!
From Jesus to depart:
True pleasure, peace, and rest:
My wandering soul restores :
The pardon it implores.
The humble, contrite sigh,
With pity in thine eye!
Rejoice to seek thy face ;
Is thy forgiving grace. 283
78. Norwich. Pleyel's Hymn 1 DEPTH of mercy!can there be
Mercy still reserved for me!
Me, the chief of sinners spare ?
Long provoked him to his face ;
Grieved himn by a thousand falls.
Me he still delights to spare;
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Is not all thy nature love?
5 Now incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament !
Wachusett. Lebanon 284 Sins bewailed as causing the Death of Christ. 1 OH, if my soul was formed for wo,
How would I vent my sighs!
From both my streaming eyes.
Hung on the cursed tree,
For thee, my soul, for thee.
That crucified my Lord;
Fast to the fatal wood!
My heart has so decreed;
That made my Saviour bleed.
My murdered Lord I view-
Grafton. Medfield. 285
Self-righteous Hopes renounced.
On their own works have built ;
And all their actions guilt.
Without a murmuring word,
Their guilt before the Lord.
To justify us now;
Is all the law can do.
When in thy name we trust,
That makes the sinner just.
L. M. Uxbridge. Alfreton 1 NO more, my God-1 boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
To trust the merits of thy Son.
What was my gain, I count my loss ;
And nail my glory to his cross.
All things but loss for Jesus' sake;
And of his righteousness partake.
Dares not appear before thy throne;
Spencer. Grafton. 287
A guilty rebel lies;
Presumes to lift his eyes.
To pay the debt I owe,
In ceaseless torrents flow.
To expiate my guilt;
No blood, but thou hast spilt.
Do thou my sins forgive :
That bids the sinner live. 288
L. M. 61. Salisbury. Dresden. 1 FATHER of mercies-God of love!
Oh! hear a humble suppliant's cry ;
Thy throne of glorious majesty :
2 I urge no merits of my own,
No worth, to claim thy gracious smile :
Dare to converse with God awhile-
Dearest and sweetest name to me!
Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Thy throne of glorious majesty :
And soothe the anguish of my soul. 289
Alfreton. Uxbridge. 1 AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel, and weep:
I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.
Shed down a look of heavenly love;
And bid my soul rejoice again.
My ruined nature now restore;
In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine. 290
Spencer. Grafton 1 LORD, I approach the mercy-seat,
Where thou dost answer prayer;
For none can perish there.
With this I venture nigh;
And such, O Lord, am I.
By Satan sorely pressed,
I come to thee for rest.
That, sheltered near thy side,
And tell him-thou hast died.