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Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands,
6. Silent (alas! thou know'st how long)
Hymn 217. s. M. whither shall I go,
A Burden'd, and sick, and faint?.
To whom should I my trouble show,
He calls the weary sinner home;
2. What is it keeps me back,
What keeps me out of thee !.
Thy trying pow'r display ;
Compassion reigns alone :-
In me is all the bar,
Which thou would'st fain remove
Hymn 218. F. M.
A TESUS, if still the same thou art,
2: Thou hast pronounc'd the mourners blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn:
I cannot, no, I will not rest,
Till thou my only rest return :
3. Where is the blessedness bestow'd
See, the poor fainting sinner see:
Then hear thyself within me pray ;
Mark, what my lab'ring soul would say: Answer the deep unutter'd groan, And shew, that thou, and I, are one.
5. Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom; Light in thy light I then shali see; Say to my soul, "Thy light is come, "Glory divine is ris'n on thee: "Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'ers "Look up, for thou shalt weep no more.
Hymn 219. c. M.
OD is in this and ev'ry place ; But O! how dark and void, To me, 'tis one great wilderness, This earth, without my God..
2. Empty of him who all things fills,. 'Till he his light impart :
'Till he his glorious self reveals, The veil is on my heart.
3. O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
And break my heart of stone.
5. A darker soul did never yet
6. Now, Jesus, now the Father's love-
Hymn 220. c. M.
HOU hidden God, for whom I Till thou thyself declare; God, inaccessible, unknown, Regard a sinner's pray'r.
2. A sinner welt'ring in his blood,
3. An unregen'rate child of man,
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
4. The darkness which, thro' thee, I feel,
5. I am in unbelief shut up,
6. Thou wilt in me reveal thy name,
7. I would not to thy foe submit ;
Send forth thy pris'ner from the pit,
8. Shew me the blood, that bought my peace, The cov❜nant blood apply!
And all my griefs at once shall cease,
Hymn 221. L. M.
HOU man of griefs, remember me, Who never canst thyself forget; Thy last mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs, and bloody sweat!
2. When wrestling in the strength of pray❜r, Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; Thy feeble flesh abhor'd to bear
The wrath of an Almighty God. 3. Father, if I may call thee so,
Regard my fearful heart's desire;
Remove this load of guilt and woe,
4. I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine, Long as eternal ages roll.
5. To thee my last distress I bring!
The heighten'd fear of death I find ;
That endless banishment from thee: O save, and give me to thy Son, Who trembled, wept, and bled for me!
Hymn 222. L. M.
HEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
2. My crimes are great, but don't surpass
4. My lips with shame my sins confess