1 "T is my happiness below,

Not to live without the cross But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all, This is happiness to me. 3 Trials make the promise sweet Trials give new life to prayer; Bring me to my Father's feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. 433

Confession of Sin. 1 GOD of mercy, God of grace,

J. TAYLOR.

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 debased 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.

Self-Distrust.

NEWTON.

1 'T IS a point I long to know,Oft it causes anxious thought,— Do I love the Lord or no?

Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse,

Who have never heard his name.

3 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mixed with all I do;
You that love the Lord, indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?
4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

God asketh not of thee;

Thy secret soul he bids thee bend

In true humility.

3 Oh, let us, then, with heartfelt grief, Draw near unto our God;

And pray to him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod.

4 O righteous One! if thou wilt deign To grant us what we need,

We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.

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LUTHER.

Out of the Depths have I called unto Thee.
1 OUT of the depths I cry to thee,
Lord God! oh, hear my prayer,
Incline a gracious ear to me,
And bid me not despair.

2 My hope is ever in the Lord,

My works I count but dust,

I build not there, but on thy word,
And in thy goodness trust.

3 Though thou should'st tarry till the night, And round again to morn,

My heart shall ne'er mistrust thy might, Nor count itself forlorn.

"This only once forgive;

Relapsing when thy hand was stayed,

And suffered me to live.

2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace,
Lord, to my heart restore;
Forgive my vain repentances,
And bid me sin no more.

1 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 bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to awe 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.

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.

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Down from thy throne above; Love made my Lord a Man of grief, Distressed thee sore for my relief: Oh, mystery of Love!

As thou hast loved and died for me, So grant me, Saviour, love to thee, And gladly I resign

Whate'er I have, whate'er I am My life be all with thine the same, And all thy death be mine.

1 O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,-
The love of Christ to me.

2 Christ only knows the love of God;
Oh, that it now were shed abroad
In this poor saddened heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine the better part!
3 Oh, that I could, a favored one,
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.