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Yet still my spirit lingering stands,

While doubts impede my way. 2 How can my soul exult for joy,

Which feels this load of sin ?
And how can praise my tongue employ,

While darkness reigns within ? 3 My soul forgets to use her wings;

My barp neglected lies,
For sin has broken all its strings,

And guilt shuts out my joys.
4 The power, the sweetness of thy voice,


heart can move;
Make me in Christ, my Lord, rejoice,

And melt my soul to love.

354. Pleading. 8–8–7. Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity,

and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage ? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy.—Mic. vii. 18. 1 O Jesus, let me bless thy name! All sin, alas ! thou know'st I am ;

But thou all pity art :
Take, take away this heart of stone;
Such power belongs to thee alone :

O give the contrite heart.
2 A poor, ungrateful wretch, to thee
For help against myself I flee;

O let thy grace be giv'n ;
Thou only canst my sins remove,
Fill me with holiness and love,

And fit my soul for heav'n.
3 Then let thy Spirit shed abroad
The love, the wondrous love of God,

In this cold heart of mine :
O may he now descend and rest,
And dwell for ever in my breast,

And make it wholly thine.
4 What shall I plead my suit to gain ?
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain,

I plead what thou hast done : Didst thou not die the death for me? Jesu, remember Calvary,

And take me for thine own. 5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood, My Friend, my Advocate with God,

My Ransom and my Peace! Surety, who all my debt hast paid, For all my sins atonement made,

The Lord my Righteousness !

355. Pleading the Atonement. 7s. Behold, O God, our shield, and look upon the face of

thine anointed.-Psalm lxxxiv. 9.

| FATHER, God, who seest in me, Only sin and misery,

Turn to thine anointed one,
Look on thy beloved Son;
Him for sinners bruised see;
Look through Jesu's wounds on me.

2 Heav'nly Father, Lord of all, Hear, and show thou hear'st


call ! Bow thine ear,

Smile on me a sinner now!
Now mine inmost soul convert,
Turn and break my stubborn heart.

mercy bow,

3 Lord, I cannot let thee go,

Till a blessing thou bestow;
Hear my Advocate divine,
Lo! to his my suit I join;
Jesu's pleading cannot fail :

Let me now with thee prevail !
4 Turn from me thy glorious eyes

To his bloody sacrifice-
To the full atonement made,
To the utmost ransom paid :
And, if mine, thro' him thou art,

Speak thy mercy to my heart. 5 Jesus, answer from above,

Is not all thy nature love ?
Pity from thine eye let fall ;
Bless me while on thee I call;
Take the purchase of thy blood,
Reign within me, Son of God.

356. Longing for the Heavenly Jerusalem. M.C. He showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, de

scending out of heaven from God, &c.-Rev. xxi.

10, &c.

1 JERUSALEM ! my happy home;

Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end

In joy, and peace, and thee ? 2 When shall these eyes thy glorious walls

And gates of pearl behold :
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

Ånd streets of purest gold ? 3 O when, thou city of my God,

Shall I thy courts ascend;
Where congregations ne'er break up,

Nor sabbaths ever end ? [4 There happier bow'rs than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know : Blest seats ! tbro' rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.
5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe,

Or feel, at death, dismay ?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.]
6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there

Around my Saviour stand ; And all I love in Christ below Shall join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem ! my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end

When I thy joys shall see.

357. Praise for Delivering Grace. L.M. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his be

nefits: who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy deseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with loving

kindness and tender mercies.—Ps. ciii. 2 to 4. 1 To God my Saviour and my King,

Fain would my soul her tribute bring :
Join me, ye saints, in songs of praise,

Ye who have known his wondrous grace. 2 Helpless, unpitied, once I lay,

Breathing my wretched life away;
He saw me welt’ring in my blood,

And felt the pity of a God : 3 With speed he flew to my relief, Bound up my wounds, and sooth'd my

Pour'd joys divine into my heart,

And bade each anxious fear depart. 4 Deep in my inmost soul, O Lord,

Let me these proofs of love record :
To thee O may I freely give,
The life, which I from thee receive.

1 Ezek. xvi. 4 to 9.

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