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H for a beam of heavenly light,
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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H! whither should I go,

A faint?

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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"ASK, and ye 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.

How should I ask in vain ?
Seek, and not find thee, Lord?
Knock, and yet no admittance gain?
Is it not in thy word?

Time, ruin, change, decay,

The lines can never blot;

Though heaven and earth shall pass away, Thy Word, O God! shall not.

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COME,

YOME, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer.
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King:
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin :
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to thee for rest:

Take possession of my breast;

There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer:
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

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.

78

"ASK, and ye 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.

How should I ask in vain ?
Seek, and not find thee, Lord?
Knock, and yet no admittance gain?
Is it not in thy word?

Time, ruin, change, decay,

The lines can never blot;

Though heaven and earth shall pass away, Thy Word, O God! shall not.

79

COME, moves to answer prayer.

YOME, my soul, thy suit prepare:

He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King:
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin

:

Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to thee for rest:
Take possession of my breast;

There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer:
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

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