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Mark ix. 24. 4 10's. MONSELL 1

Thou art my joy,-myself, mine only

grief; Hear my complaint, low bending at Thy

shrine, "Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief." 2 Unworthy even to approach so near,

My soul lies trembling like a summer leaf; Yet O forgive! I doubt not, though I fear;

“Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief." 3 True I am weak, ah, very weak, but then

I know the source whence I can draw relief; And though repuls'd I still can plead again

“Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbeliet.” 4 O draw me nearer; for too far away, The beamings of Thy brightness are too

brief : While faith, though fainting, still hath

strength to prayLord, I believe; lielp Thou mine unbelief."


Eph. iv. 30.

L. M. C. WESLEY. 1

Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take Thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,

And still shook off my guilty fears ;
And vexed, and urged Thee to depart,

For many long, rebellious years :
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,

Of all who e'er Thy grace received ;
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved:

4 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare,

In honour of my great High Priest ;
Nor in Thy righteous anger swear

To exclude me from Thy people's rest. 5 This only woe I deprecate,

This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate,

Nor curse me with this want of love, 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,

Upraise me with Thy gracious hand;
And guide into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.

James i. 22.

C. M.



LONG Thaysa Ipatiche neath the sound


salvation, Lord, But still how weak my faith is found,

And knowledge of Thy word. 2 Oft I frequent Thy holy place,

And hear almost in vain;
How small a portion of Thy grace

My memory can retain !
3 How cold and feeble is my love,

How negligent my fear;
How low my hope of joys above,

How few affections there! 4 Great God, Thy sovereign power inpart,

To give Thy word success; Write Thy salvation in my heart,

And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Shew my forgetful feet the way

That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay,

And love shall never die.



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Psalm li. 6. C. M.

ONG have I seem'd to serve Thee, Lord,

With unavailing pain;
Fasted and prayed, and read Thy word,

And heard it preached, in vain. 2 Oft did I with the assembly join,

And near Thine altar drew; A form of godliness was mine,

The power I never knew. 3 I rested in the outward law,

Nor knew its deep design;
The length and breadth I never saw,

And height, of love divine.
4 To please Thee thus, at length I see,

Vainly I hoped and strove;
For what are outward things to Thee,

Unless they spring from love? 5 I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts;
Our full consent, our whole desires,

Our undivided hearts.
6 But I of means have made my boast:

Of means an idol made;
The spirit in the letter lost,

The substance in the shade.
7 Where am I now, or what my hope ?

What can my weakness do ?
Jesus, to Thee my soul looks up;

'Tis Thou must make it new.

477 Isaiah xliv. 22. L. M. W.B.COLLYER.

RETURN to wanderer, return,


And seek an injured Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek a Father's melting heart;
Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern,

Whose hand can heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return,

He heard thy deep, repentant sigh;
He saw thy softened spirit mourn,

When no intruding ear was nigh. 4 Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to His bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.

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Froin them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life,

With tears and bitter cry. 2 Thy mercy-gates are open wide

To them that mourn their sin; O shut them not against us, Lord,

But let us enter in.
3 We need not to confess our fault,

For surely Thou canst tell ;
What we have done, and what we are,

Thou knowest very well:
4 Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,

With tears we come to Thee; As children that have done amiss

Fall at their father's knee. 5 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat

The blessings which we crave, When Thou dost know, before we speak, The thing that we would have ?

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