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465 James Iv. 13—15.
BEN equal warning given;
ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,
Beneath us lie the countless dead ;
Above us is the heaven.
He lurks in every flower;
Its peril every hour.
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
On manhood's middle day.
Halt feebly towards the tomb;
And dreams of days to come ?
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead.
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;
O help us, Lord, the more.
More firmly to believe ;
The more shall he receive.
We know no help but Thee; O help us so to live and die,
As Thine in heaven to be.
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.
For ever love His name,
Of folly, sin, and shame.
Which our own hands have done;
Abounding through His Son.
And justified by grace,
And see our Father's face.
C. M. i lie,
And knock at mercy's door :
Thy favour we implore.
2 On us the vast extent display
Of Thy forgiving love ;
This heavy load remove.
We would Thy pity move.
And Thou Thyself art Love.
Our numerous sins forgive !
And breaking, quick relieve. 5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bond,
And Thy dominion own;
To repossess Thy throne.
Heb. iv, 16.
Where Jesus answers prayer;
For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh.
And such, O Lord, am I.
By Satan sorely pressed,
I come to Thee for rest.
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,
Might plead Thy gracious name!
470 Luke xviii. 13. L. M. LEEDS SEL HEAR,
gracious God, a sinner cry,
o God, be merciful to me.
And wait for mercy at Thy door,
O God, be merciful to me.
Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile;
O God, be merciful to me.
Nor have I aught wherein to trust;
Isaiah 11. 14.
1 LET the prisoners' mournful cries
As incense in Thy sight appear;
If haply they may feel Thee near.
From sin impatient to be free:
3 Shew them the blood that bought their
And bring the ransomed prisoners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries,
The fallen raise, the mourners cheer:
Psalm xxxviii, 4-9. L. M
C. WESLEY. 1
O that I could at last submit
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb ?
The God of my salvation see?
Yet still I cannot come to Thee. 3 Rest for my soul I long to find :
Saviour of all, if mine Thou art,
And stamp Thine image on my heart. 4 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God :
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The labour of Thy dying love.
My heart from every sin release ;
And All me with Thy perfect peace.
Nor let Thy chariot wheels delay;