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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 pray“Lord, 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 ;
For many long, rebellious years :
Of all who e'er Thy grace received ;
4 Yet, oh, the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest ;
To exclude me from Thy people's rest. 5 This only woe I deprecate,
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor curse me with this want of love, 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with Thy gracious hand;
James i. 22.
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;
My memory can retain !
How negligent my fear;
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;
And love shall never die.
HIS RETURN TO GOD.
Psalm li. 6. C. M.
With unavailing pain;
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;
And height, of love divine.
Vainly I hoped and strove;
Unless they spring from love? 5 I see the perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;
Our undivided hearts.
Of means an idol made;
The substance in the shade.
What can my weakness do ?
'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;
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
Whose hand can heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return,
He heard thy deep, repentant sigh;
When no intruding ear was nigh. 4 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
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.
For surely Thou canst tell ;
Thou knowest very well:
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 ?