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2 If he my Father be,

His pity he will show;
From cruel bondage set me free,

And inward peace bestow.
3 If still he silence keep,

'Tis but my faith to try;
He knows and feels whene'er I weep,

And softens every sigh.
4 Then will I humbly wait,

Nor once indulge despair;
My sins are great, but not so great

As his compassions are.

360. L. M. MORAVIAN.

Hoping for Grace.
1 My soul before thee prostrate lies;

To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;

O let thy presence set me free!
2 In life's short day, let me yet more

Of thy enlivening power implore;
My mind must deeper sink in thee,

My foot stand firm, from wandering free. 3 One only care my soul should know,

Father, all thy commands to do:
Ah! deep engrave it on my breast,
That l in thee alone am blest.


361. L. M. 61. Bp. HEBER.

Seeking Refuge. 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky,

Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray:

Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away! 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,

Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost :
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away!

362. C. M.

MONTGOMERY. Preparation of the Heart. 1 LORD, teach us how to pray aright,

With reverence and with fear : Though dust and ashes in thy sight,

We may, we must draw near. 2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,

In weakness, want, and woe, Fightings without, and fears within,

Lord, whither shall we go?
3 God of all grace, we come to thee,

With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what thine eye delights to see, —
Truth in the inward parts :-

4 Give deep humility ;-the sense

Of godly sorrow give ;-
A strong desiring confidence,

To hear thy voice and live ;5 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,

Though mercy long delay; Courage, our fainting souls to keep,

And trust thee, though thou slay. 6 Give these,-and then thy will be done;

Thus strengthened with all might, We, by thy Spirit and thy Son,

Shall pray, and pray aright.


Communing with our Hearts. 1 Return, my roving heart, return,

And chase these shadowy forms no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore.
2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home;

Retired and silent, seek them there;
True conquest is ourselves t'o'ercome,

True strength to break temptation's snare. 3 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye

Distinct surveys each deep recess,
In these abstracted hours draw nigh,

And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Through all the mazes of my heart,

My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be searched and purified.

5 Then, with the visits of thy love,

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove,
That God hath fixed his dwelling there.

364. L. M.

MONTGOMERY. The Soul returning to God. 1 RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest,

From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast,

The world's allurements, toils and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole;

Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return,

From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,

Lay hold upon eternal life.
4 God is thy rest;—with heart inclined

To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest;—with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.

365. S. M. TATE & BRADY.

Pardoning Mercy of God. Ps. 130. 1 My soul with patience waits

For thee, the living Lord ;
My hopes are on thy promise built,

Thy never failing word.

2 My longing eyes look out

For thine enlivening ray,
More duly than the morning watch

To spy the dawning day. 3 In thee I trust, my God;

No bounds thy mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from which

Eternal succor flows :
4 Whose friendly streams to us

Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,

And wash our guilt away.



The Voice of Divine Pardon.
1 My Father, let me hear thy voice

Pronounce the words of peace,
And all my warmest powers shall join

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

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

All like the harps of heaven.
3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead,

The darkest path I'll tread; Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,

And mingle with the dead.
4 When dreadful guilt is done away,

No other fears we know;
That hand which scatters pardons down,

Shall crowns of life bestow.

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