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.

366.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

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.

367. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Salvation only in God.

1 How long shall dreams of creature-bliss Our flattering hopes employ,

And mock our fond, deluded eyes
With visionary joy?

2 Why from the mountains and the hills
Is our salvation sought?
While our eternal Rock's forsook,
And Israel's God forgot.

3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view,

Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil,
Our broken cisterns hew.

4 These fatal errors, gracious God,
With gentle pity see;

To thee our roving eyes direct,
And fix our hearts on thee.

Forgiveness of Sin upon Confession. Ps. 32.
1 O BLESSED Souls are they,

Whose sins are covered o'er!
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more!

2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.

3 While I concealed my guilt,
I felt the festering wound;
Till I confessed my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.

4 Let sinners learn to pray,

Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.

369. L. M.

TATE & BRADY.

Forgiveness of Sin upon Confession. Ps. 32.
1 He's blessed who has thy pardon gained,
Whose sins, O God, no more appear;
Whose guilt remission has obtained,
And whose repentance is sincere.

2 No sooner I my wound disclosed,
The guilt that tortured me within,
But thy forgiveness interposed,
And mercy's healing balm poured in.

3 True penitents shall thus succeed,
Who seek thee, while thou may'st be found;
And, from the common deluge freed,
Shall see remorseless sinners drowned.

370.

C. M.

MRS. CARTER.

Mercy of God to the Penitent.

1 0 THOU, the wretched's sure retreat, Who dost our cares control,

And with the cheerful smile of

Revive the fainting soul!

peace