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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."

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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.

WATTS.

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LONG Thaysa Ipatiche neath the sound

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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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HIS RETURN TO GOD.

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Psalm li. 6. C. M.

C. WESLEY.
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,

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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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O away

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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 ?