3 Still, Lord, thy mercy 's rich and free, And runs an endless round; A boundless, purifying sea, Where all our sins are drowned. 4 O send thy pity from on high Bring now thy gracious spirit nigh, 5 We humbly mourn our follies past Resolved, while feeble life shall last, 344. C. M. MRS. STEELE. Rejoicing to return. 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word! 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls,' Return :' Dear Lord, and may I come! My vile ingratitude I mourn; O take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power That can to life and bliss restore 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet Dear Savior, I adore ; O keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. 345. C. M. MRS. STEELE Desiring to return. 1 0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 4 Absent from thee, my guide, my light! Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 5 O shine on this benighted heart, PRAYER AND DEVOUT EXERCISES. 346. C. M. WATTS. Heartless Worship an Abomination. 1 GOD is a spirit just and wise, In vain to heaven we raise our cries, 2 Nothing but truth before his throne The painted hypocrites are known 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere ; Then shall I stand before thy face, 347. L. M. SCOTT. Forms of Worship vain without Virtue. 1 TH' uplifted eye and bended knee 2 Can rites and forms, and flaming zeal, 3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, 4 Than floods of oil, or costly wine, A first-born son the victim bled. 5 'Be just and kind, and humble too, To men your charity impart, And love your God with all your heart.' 6 This truth, by ancient prophets given, Was by thy Son confirmed from heaven; And, deep engraved, this great command Doth on eternal pillars stand. 348. C. M. BROWNE. Acceptable Worship. 1 WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord, 2 Shall altars flame, and victims bleed, Will these my earnest wish succeed, 3 0 no, my soul; 'twere fruitless all; No fatlings from the field or stall 4 To men their rights I must allow, To God with humble reverence bow, 5 Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere, He never will despise ; And cheerful duty he'll prefer To costly sacrifice 349. 7s M. J. TAYLOR. Acceptable Offering. 1 FATHER of our feeble race, |