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'Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answer'd prayer;
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.
I hoped that in some favour'd hour
At once he'd answer my request,
And, by his love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
· And let the angry powers of hell
Assault

my

soul in every part.
Lord, why is this? I trembling cried :
Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
'Tis in this way, the Lord replied,
I answer prayer for grace and faith.
These inward trials I employ,
From self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may'st seek thine all in me.

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thee, Lord,

With unavailing pain;
Fasted and pray'd, and read thy word,

And heard it preach'd, in vain.
Oft did I with the assembly join,

And near thine altar drew; A form of godliness was mine,

The power I never knew.

I rested in the outward law,

Nor knew its deep design;
The length and breadth I never saw,

And height, of love divine.
To please thee thus, at length I see,

Vainly I hoped and strove;
For what are outward things to thee,

Unless they spring from love?
I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts;
Our full consent, our whole desires,

Our undivided hearts.
But I of means have made my boast;

Of means an idol made;
The spirit in the letter lost,

The substance in the shade.
Where am I now, or what my hope ?

What can my weakness do?
Jesus, to thee

my

soul looks up; 'Tis thou must make it new.

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HELP us, Lord, each hour of need Help us in thought, and word, and deed,

Each hour on earth we live.
O help us, when our spirits bleed

With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,

O help us, Lord, the more.

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O help us, through the prayer of faith,

More firmly to believe;
For still the more thy servant hath,

The more shall he receive.
O help us, Father, from on high,

We know no help but thee;
O help us so to live and die,

As thine in heaven to be.

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My death, was all my own: All that I am I owe to thee,

My gracious God alone. The evil of

my

former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice

Is thine, and only thine.
The darkness of my former state,

The bondage,-all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty is thine.
Thy grace first made me feel my sin,

And taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live.
All that I am, e'en here on earth,

All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,

I owe it, Lord, to thee.

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To guide my wand'ring steps aright,
And shine along the narrow road
That leads the penitent to God !
Lord, I am weak, and prone to stray;
O keep me in thy holy way;
What nature wants, let grace supply;
And lead me onward to the sky.
On thee depending, let me go
In safety through this vale of woe;
And may thy gracious presence cheer
My heart in all its trials here
Thus, loving all thy statutes, Lord,
And ever trusting in thy word,
May I attain that happy shore,
Where sin and grief disturb no more.

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To whom should I my troubles shew,

And pour out my complaint ?
My Saviour bids me come,

Ah! why do I delay ?
He calls the weary sinner home;

And yet from him I stay.
What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part,
Which will not let the Saviour take

Possession of my heart?

Some cursed thing unknown

Must surely lurk within;
Some idol which I will not own,

Some secret bosom-sin.
Jesus, the hindrance shew,

Which I have fear'd to see :
Yet, let me now consent to know

What keeps me back from thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,

And take the veil away.
In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove:
Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

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shall receive;" On this my hope I build : I ask forgiveness, and believe

My prayer shall be fulfill’d.
“Seek, and expect to find;"

Wounded to death in soul,
I seek the Saviour of mankind ;
His touch can make me whole.

Knock, and with patience wait,
Faith shall free entrance win :"
I stand and knock at mercy's gate;

Lord Jesus, let me in.

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