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619. S. M. DRUMMOND.
A call to repentance.

"TOGETHER let us plead,
O sinner," saith the LORD;
"Give to the voice of wisdom heed,
And trust my faithful word.”

"Like scarlet, tho' they glow,
Or like the crimson bright,
Your sins shall soon be pure as snow,
As fleecy vesture white."

By penitence and pray'r,

The wondrous change is wrought; They sooth the pangs of deep despair, And heal the wounded thought.

Bath'd in the hallow'd dews

Of penitential tears,

The soul her health and strength renews,

And bright in heav'n appears:

There all the heav'nly host,

With acclamations high,

From death her glad recov'ry boast,

And welcome to the sky.

620. P. M. JOHN TAYLOR.

Penitential acknowledgments, and supplications for pardon.

1 GOD of mercy! GOD of love!
Hear our sad repentant song;
Sorrow dwells on ev'ry face,
Penitence on ev'ry tongue.
2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time mispent;
Hearts debas'd 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 ev'ry secret fault,
Fill'd 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.

To ᏢᎪᎡᎢ X.

Devout Affections and Good Resolutions.

621. C. M. EXETER COLLECTION. Supplication for spiritual blessings. 1 FATHER of all! whose cares extend To earth's remotest shore! Through ev'ry age let praise ascend; Let ev'ry clime adore.

2 What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,'

This, teach me more than death to shun,
That, more than life pursue.

3 If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay :
If I am wrong, Ŏ teach my
heart
To find the better way!

4 Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the faults I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

5 Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At ought thy wisdom hath deny'd,
Or ought thy goodness lent.

6 This day be bread and peace my lot:— All else beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;
And let thy will be done.

7 To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise.

622. C. M. MRS BARBAULD.
Christian charity.

1 BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!
His weeping foll'wers gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.

3 Blest is the man, whose soft'ning heart
Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain :

4 Whose breast expands with gen'rous

warmth

A stranger's woe to feel;

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the pow'r to heal.

5 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To ev'ry child of grief:

His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.