Great God! create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure
and true;

O make me wise betimes, to spy
My danger and my remedy.
4 Behold, I fall before thy face,
My only refuge is thy grace;

No outward forms can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone ;

Thy blood can make me white as snow,
No other thing can cleanse me so.

6 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh, nor soul, hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken heart rejoice.

41. The Same.

1 LORD, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes;

Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

2 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;

All my orignal is shame,

And all my nature sin.

3 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;

And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.

4 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my sins remove.

5 Let not thy spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace,

6 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;

Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.

42. For Seriousness.

1 THOU God of glorious majesty!
To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth I cry:

An half-awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die.

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas 1 stand,
Secure-insensible!

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heav'nly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

3 O God, mine inmost soul convert!
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And 'wake to righteousness.

4 Before me place in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar,
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear,
My future bliss t' ensure!

Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from the vale, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

43. The Burden'd Sinner.

H! what can I do, or how be secure,

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If justice pursue, what heart can endure? When God speaks in thunder, and makes himself kuown,

The heart breaks asunder, tho' harder than stone? 2 With terror I read my sin's heavy score,

Their number exceeds the sands on the shore.
Guilt makes me unable to stand or to flee;
So Cain murder'd Abel, and trembl❜d like me.
3 Each sin, like his blood, with terrible cry
Calls loud upon God, to strike from on high.
Nor can my repentance, extorted by fear,
Reverse the just sentence, 'tis just, tho' severe.
4 The case is too plain, I have my own choice,
Again and again I slighted his voice ;

His warnings neglected, his patience abus'd,
His gospel rejected, his mercy refus'd.
5 And must I then go for ever to dwell
In mis'ry and woe with devils in hell!

O where is the Saviour I scorn'd in time past! His word in my favour would save mecat last. 6 Lord Jesus! on thee I venture to call,

O look upon me, the vilest of all;

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For whom didst thou languish and bleed on the tree? O pity my anguish, and say, " 'twas for thee." 7 A cause such as mine will honour thy pow'r, All hell will repine, all heav'n will adore. If in condemnation strict justice takes place, It shines in salvation, more glorious thro' grace.

44. Behold I am vile.

10 LORD, how vile am I, Unholy, and unclean!

How can I dare to venture nigh With such a load of sin? 2 Is this polluted heart

A dwelling fit for thee? Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part, What evils do I see!

3 If I attempt to pray,

And lisp thy holy name;

My thoughts are hurry'd soon away,
I know not where I am.

4 If in thy word I look,
Such darkness fills my
I only read a sealed book,
But no relief can find.

5 Thy gospel oft I hear,

mind,

But hear it still in vain; Without desire, or love, or fear, I like a stone remain.

6 Myself can hardly bear

This wretched heart of mine;
How hateful then it must appear

To those pure eyes

of thine?

7 And must I then indeed

Sink in despair and die!

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Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed

For such a wretch as I.

8 That blood which thou hast spilt,
That grace which is thine own;
Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
And soften hearts of stone.

9 Low at thy feet I bow,

Oh pity and forgive;

Here will I lie and wait, till thou
Shalt bid me rise and live.

45. The Effort.

1 CHEER up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers pray'r;

There humbly cast thyself' beneath his feet,
For never needy sinner perish'd there.

2 Lord, I am come! thy promise is my plea,
Without thy word I durst not venture nigh;
But thou hast call'd the burden'd soul to thee,
A weary burden'd soul, O Lord, am I!
3 Bow'd down beneath a heavy load of sin,

By Satan's fierce temptations sorely prest,
Beset without, and full of fears within,

Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place,
I know no force can tear me from thy side;
Unmov'd I then may all accusers face,

And answer ev'ry charge, with, "Jesus dy'd." 3 Yes, thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, and die, Well hast thou known what fierce temptations

mean;

Such was thy love, and now enthron'd on high, The same compassions in thy bosom reign. 6 Lord, give me faith he hears--what grace is this: Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve! He shews me what he did, and who he is,

I must, I will, I can, I do believe.

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat
Where Jesus answers pray'r;

There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;

Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.