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Guilty, but with heart relenting,

Overwhelmed with helpless grief, Prostrate at Thy feet repenting,

Send, oh! send me quick relief. 2 Whither should a wretch be flying,

But to Him who comfort gives ?
Whither from the dread of dying,

But to Him who ever lives?
Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me;

My soul cleaveth to the dust;
Send the Comforter to cheer me;

Lo! in Thee I put my trust.
3 On the word Thy blood hath sealed,

Hangs my everlasting all.
Let Thine arm be now revealed :

Stay, oh! stay me, lest I fall.
With Thy righteousness and Spirit,

I am more than angels bless'd :
Heir with Thee, all things inherit,-

Peace, and joy, and endless rest.

8.8.6. C. WESLEY.

485 John xix. 37.

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Help us to look on Thee and mourn,
On Thee whom we have slain ;
Have pierced a thousand, thousand times,
And by reiterated crimes

Renewed Thy niortal pain.
2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see
The Man transfixed on Calvary,

To know Thee, who Thou art,
The One Eternal God and True !
And let the sight affect, subdue,

And break my stubborn heart. 3 Lover of souls, to rescue mine, Reveal the charity divine,

That suffered in my stead;

That made Thy soul a sacrifice,
And quenched in death those flaming eyes,

And bowed that sacred head. 4 The veil of unbelief remove, And by Thy manifested love,

And by Thy sprinkled blood, Destroy the love of sin in me, And get Thyself the victory,

And bring me back to God.
5 Now let Thy dying love constrain
My soul to love its God again,

Íts God to glorify:
Ind lo! I come Thy cross to share,
Echo Thy sacrificial prayer,

And with my Saviour die.

486 Isaiah xxvii. 5. 8.8.6. C. WESLEY. 10

THOU who hast redeemed of old, And bidst me of Thy strength lay hold, And be at peace with Thee : Help me Thy benefits to own, And hear me tell what Thou hast done,

O dying Lamb, for me. 2 Love, only love, Thy heart inclined, And brought Thee, Saviour of mankind,

Down from Thy throne above;
Love made my God a Man of grief,
Distress’d Thee sore for my relief;

O Mystery of Love ! 3 Because Thou lov'dst, and diedst for me, Cause me, my Saviour, to love Thee,

And gladly to resign
Whate'er I have, whate'er I am:
My life be all with Thine the same,

And all Thy death be mine.

487 John vi. 68.

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L. M.

STEELE, 1

My Refuge, my almighty Friend, And can my soul from Thee depart,

On whom alone my hopes depend ? 2 Whither, ah! whither should I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord ?
Can this dark world of sin and woe

One glimpse of happiness afford ? 3 Eternal life Thy'words impart ;

On these my fainting spirit lives :
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,

Than the whole round of nature gives. 4 Thy name my inmost powers adore :

Thou art my life, my joy, my care.
Depart from Thee !'tis

death ;—'tis more: 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair. 5 Low at Thy feet my soul would lie :

Here safety dwells, and peace divine.
Still let me live beneath Thine eye,
For life, eternal life is Thine.

488
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Rom. vi. 21, 22. L. M, WATTS. 1

SEND the joys of earth away;.
False as the smooth deceitful sea,

And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating mo along

Down to the gulf of black despair;
And whilst I listened to your song,

Your streams had e'en conveyed me there 3 Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace,

That warned me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above

I stretch my hands, and glance mine eyes ; O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies.
5 There from the bosom of my God,

Oceans of endless pleasures roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of iny soul.

489 Isaiah lxv. 17.

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Doth His own glories shew: Behold, I sit upon my throne,

Creating all things new.
2 Nature and sin are passed away,

And the old Adam dies;
My hands a new foundation lay,

See the new world arise.
3 I'll be a Sun of Righteousness

To the new heavens I make;
None but the new-born heirs of grace

My glories shall partake.
4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free

From my old state of sin:
O make my soul alive to Thee,

Create new powers within.
5 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,

And mould my heart afresh ;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,

And turn the stone to flesh.
6 Far from the regions of the dead,

From sin, and earth, and hell,
In the new world that grace has made,

I would for ever dwell,

487
John vi. 68. L. M.

STEELE 1

, My Refuge, my almighty Friend, And can my soul from Thee depart,

On whom alone my hopes depend ? 2 Whither, ah! whither should I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord ?
Can this dark world of sin and woe

One glimpse of happiness afford ? 3 Eternal life Thy words impart ;

On these my fainting spirit lives :
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,

Than the whole round of nature gives. 4 Thy name my inmost powers adore : Thou art my life, my joy, my care. Depart from Thee !—'tis

death ;-'tis mor 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair. 5 Low at Thy feet my soul would lie:

Here safety dwells, and peace divine.
Still let me live beneath Thine eye,

For life, eternal life is Thine. 488

Rom. vi. 21, 22. L. M. 1

Away, ye tempters of the mind ! False as the smooth deceitful sea, And em

whistling wind. 2 Your Dov A

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