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Hymn 223. L. M.
THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
4. A broken heart, my God, my King,
The God of grace will ne'er despise
5. My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ;
Hymn 224. c. M.
GOD of mercy hear my call,
Break down this separating wall,
2. Give me the presence of thy grace,
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
3. No blood of goats, nor heifer slain
The death of Christ shall still remain
4. A soul, opprest with sin's desert,
Hymn 225. c. M.
HE Lord will happiness divine
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
2. I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
If ought is felt, 'tis only pain,
3. I sometimes think myself inclin'd
4. My best desires are faint and few,
But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
5. Thy saints are comforted, I know,
6. O make this heart rejoice or ache ;
Hymn 226. s. M.
1. M Impatient of restraint,
Y sorrows, like a flood,
Into thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.
2. This impious heart of mine
3. How often have I stood
The calls, the tenders of a God,
4. He offers all his grace,
And all his heav'n to me.
That cannot feel, nor see.
5. Jesus, the Saviour, stands
To court me from above,
And looks and spreads his wond'rous hands,
Hymn 227. L. M.
how sinneps disagree,
The Publican and Pharisee !
One doth his righteousness proclaim,
3. The Lord their diff'rent language knows,
4. Dear Father, let me never be
Hymn 228. s. M.
'S this the kind return?
Are these the thanks we owe
Whence all our blessings flow!
2. To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind!
3. Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh ;
Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone,
4. Let past ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
Hymn 229. c. M.
H if my soul did feel her woe,
Repentance should like rivers flow,
2. 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord
3. O how I hate those lusts of mine,
Those sins that pierc'd, and nail'd his flesh
4. Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,
Nor will I spare the guilty things,
That made my Saviour bleed.
5. Whilst, with a melting broken heart,
Hymn 230. c. M.
The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. ., &c.
He begs a share among the swine,
To taste the husks they eat.! 2. "I die with hunger here," he cries, "I starve in foreign lands;
"My Father's house has large supplies,
3. “I'll go, and with a mournful tongue,
4. He said, and hasten'd to his home,
5. He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Hymn 231. c. M.
Sincerity and Hypocrisy.
John iv. 24.
Psalm cxxxix. 23, 24.
GOD is a Spirit, just and wise,
sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heav'n we raise our cries,