By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

3 By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of pray'r,
By the purple robe of scorn,

By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn;
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries;
By thy perfect sacrifice;

Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To thy throne in heav'n restor❜d,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.

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MY

HYMN 57.

Y God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

(L. M.)

Jel 24/85

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav'nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And all my purest joys forego?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,

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And all inferior joys resign.

HYMN 58.

ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!

To heav'n, O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

(c. M.)

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2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah, how vain
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy pow'rful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.

6 O keep me in thy heav'nly way,
And bid the tempter flee;

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And let me never, never, stray
From happiness and thee.

HOW

HYMN 59.

OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls," Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O, take the wand'rer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing pow'r,
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

THOU, to whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,

Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee,
O burst its bonds, and set it free!

2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,
Bind my affections to the cross;

Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

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No harm, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.

LU

(See Hymns on Repentance.)

PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD FRIDAY.

HYMN 61.

(111. 4.)

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ISAIAH lxiii. 1-4.

HO is this that comes from Edom,
All his raiment stain'd with blood,

To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Trav❜ling onward in his might;
'Tis the Saviour, Oh! how glorious
To his people is the sight!
Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.

3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
"Tis the blood of many slain;

Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain:
Fall'n they are, no more to rise;
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,

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Wear the crown so dearly won!
Never shall thy people, never,

Cease to sing what thou hast done!
Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes!

WE

HEN I survey the wond'rous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ my God: [ [All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to thy blood.

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; C Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?

Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

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Demands my life, my soul, my all.

B

HYMN 63.

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree;

How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for me!

L

(C. M.)

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!

The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.

3 "Tis done! the precious ransom's paid;
"Receive my soul!" he cries;

See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!

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L

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!

HYMN 64.

LMY Saviour hanging on the tree,

In agonies and blood,

Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

2 Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plung'd me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

4 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;

Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

"This blood is for thy ransom paid,
"I die that thou may'st live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,

(Such is the mystery of grace,)
It seals my pardon too.

(c. M.)

2/17

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ROM whence these direful omens round,

FROM omens

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,

And nature sympathize!

The sun as darkest night be black!
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!