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CONFESSION AND PENITENCE.

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J. TAYLOR.

Sins Confessed and Mourned. 1 GOD of mercy, God of love,

Hear our sad repentant song;
Sorrow dwells on every face,
Penitence on every tongue.

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.

5 God of mercy, God of grace,
Hear our sad repentant songs;
O restore thy suppliant race,
Thou to whom all praise belongs.

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1 THE wandering star and fleeting wind
Are emblems of the fickle mind;
The morning cloud and early dew
Bring our inconstancy to view.

2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star,
Only a faint resemblance bear;
Nor can there aught in nature be
So changeable and frail as we.

3 Our outward walk and inward frame
Are scarcely through an hour the same;
We vow, and straight our vows forget,
And then those very vows repeat.

4 With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess Our folly and unsteadfastness;

When shall these hearts more stable be, Fixed by thy grace alone on thee!

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CowPER.

Human Frailty.

1 WEAK and irresolute is man:

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.

2 Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his assent,
But pleasure wins his heart.

3 Bound on a voyage of awful length,
Through dangers little known;
A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

4 But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

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MERRICK.

Seeking a clean Heart. Ps. 19.
1 BLEST Instructer, from thy ways
Who can tell how oft he strays?
Purge me from the guilt that lies
Wrapt within my heart's disguise.
2 Let my tongue, from error free,
Speak the words approved by thee;
To thy all-observing eyes,
Let my thoughts accepted rise.

3 While I thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear,
God, my strength, propitious hear.

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WESLEY'S COL.

Imploring Forgiveness and Renewal of Heart.
1 FORGIVE US, for thy mercy's sake,
Our multitude of sins forgive!
And for thy own possession take,
And bid us to thy glory live:
Live in thy sight, and gladly prove
Our faith, by our obedient love.

2 The covenant of forgiveness seal, And all thy mighty wonders show! Our hidden enemies expel,

And conquering them to conquer go, Till all of pride and wrath be slain, And not one evil thought remain ! 3 0 put it in our inward parts, The living law of perfect love! Write the new precept on our hearts; We shall not then from thee remove, Who in thy glorious image shine, Thy people, and forever thine!

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WATTS.

Seeking Forgiveness. Ps. 51.

10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

5 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

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WATTS.

A Penitent pleading for Pardon. Ps. 51. 1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 0 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

4 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

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Doddridge.

Cleanse thou me from secret Faults.

1 SEARCHER of hearts, before thy face

I all my soul display;

And, conscious of its innate arts,
Intreat thy strict survey.

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