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C. M.

HEBER.

465 James Iv. 13—15.

BEN equal warning given;

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ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,

Beneath us lie the countless dead ;

Above us is the heaven.
2 Death rides on every passing breeze,

He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour.
3 Our eyes have seen the rosy. light

Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night

On manhood's middle day.
4. Our eyes have seen the steps of age

Halt feebly towards the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,

And dreams of days to come ?
5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know :

Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead.
6 Turn, Christian, turn; thy soul apply

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To truths divinely given;
The boundless fields of light on high

Remind thee of thy heaven.

HIS CONVICTION AND CONFESSION

OF SIN. 466

Matt. xv. 25. C. M. MILMAN. 1

of need Thy heavenly succour give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, .

Each hour on earth we live.

2 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.
3 O help us, through the prayer of faith

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

The more shall he receive.
4 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.

467

Titus iii. 3-7. C. M. WATTS 1 L

ORD, we confess our numerous faults, Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,

And all our lives were sin.
2 But, O my soul, for ever praise,

For ever love His name,
Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways

Of folly, sin, and shame.
3 'Tis not by works of righteousness

Which our own hands have done;
But we are saved by sovereign grace,

Abounding through His Son.
4 Raised from the dead we live anew;

And justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,

And see our Father's face.

468
Psalm lxxxv. 7.

C. M. i lie,

And knock at mercy's door :
With heavy heart and downcast eye,

Thy favour we implore.

2 On us the vast extent display

Of Thy forgiving love ;
Take all our heinous guilt away;

This heavy load remove.
3 'Tis mercy-mercy we implore;

We would Thy pity move.
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,

And Thou Thyself art Love.
4 Oh ! for Thine own, for Jesus' sake,

Our numerous sins forgive !
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,

And breaking, quick relieve. 5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bond,

And Thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend

To repossess Thy throne.

Heb. iv, 16.

C. M.

NEWTON.

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A -seat

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Where Jesus answers prayer;
Then humbly fall before His feet,

For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea;

With this I venture nigh.
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fears within,

I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,

That, sheltered near Thy side, I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him Thou hast died.

5 O wondrous love I to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead Thy gracious name!

470 Luke xviii. 13. L. M. LEEDS SEL HEAR,

gracious God, a sinner cry,

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who
My hope, my only hope's in Thee,

o God, be merciful to me.
2 To Thee I come, a sinner poor,

And wait for mercy at Thy door,
For I have nowhere else to flee :

O God, be merciful to me.
3 To Thee I come, a sinner vile,

Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile;
Mercy alone I make my plea :

O God, be merciful to me.
4 To Thee I come, a sinner lost,

Nor have I aught wherein to trust;
Yet full forgiveness is with Thee :
O God, be merciful to me.

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Isaiah 11. 14.

L. M.

C. WESLEY.

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1 LET the prisoners' mournful cries

As incense in Thy sight appear;
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,

If haply they may feel Thee near.
2 The captive exiles make their moans,

From sin impatient to be free:
Call home, call home Thy banished ones,
Lead captive their captivity.

3 Shew them the blood that bought their

peace,
The anchor of their steadfast hope;
And bid their guilty terrors cease,

And bring the ransomed prisoners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries,

The fallen raise, the mourners cheer:
O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
And scatter all their doubt and fear.

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Psalm xxxviii, 4-9. L. M

C. WESLEY. 1

O that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down,

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb ?

The God of my salvation see?
Weary, O Lord, Thou know'st I am,

Yet still I cannot come to Thee. 3 Rest for my soul I long to find :

Saviour of all, if mine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp Thine image on my heart. 4 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God :

Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stained with hallowed blood,

The labour of Thy dying love.
5 I would, but Thou must give the power,

My heart from every sin release ;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And All me with Thy perfect peace.
6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let Thy chariot wheels delay;
Appear, in my poor heart appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away.

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