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5 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

355.

L. M.

WATTS.

A Penitent pleading for Pardon. Ps. 51. 1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 0 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

4 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

356. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Cleanse thou me from secret Faults.

1 SEARCHER of hearts, before thy face
I all my soul display;

And, conscious of its innate arts,
Intreat thy strict survey.

2 If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,

O let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.

3 If, tinctured with that odious gall,

Unknowing I remain,

Let

like a pure

silver stream,

grace,
Wash out the hateful stain.

4 If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,

Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty.

5 To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;

Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.

357.

C. M.

H. H. MILMAN.

Praying for Divine Help.

1 Oн help us, Lord! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give;

Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live.

2 Oh help us, when our spirits bleed, With contrite anguish sore,

And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh help us, Lord, the more.

3 Oh help us, through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

4 Oh help us, Father! from on high;
We know no help but thee;
Oh! help us so to live and die,
As thine in heaven to be.

358. L. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Amidst Temptation.

1 My gracious Lord! whose changeless love
To me, nor earth nor death can part;
When shall my feet forget to rove?
Ah, what shall fix this faithless heart?
2 Cold, weary, languid, heartless, dead,
To thy dread courts I oft repair;

By conscience dragged, or custom led,
I come; nor know that God is there!

3 O God, thy sovereign aid impart,
And guard the gifts thyself hast given;
My portion thou, my treasure art,
And life, and happiness, and heaven.

4 Would aught with thee my wishes share,
Though dear as life the idol be,
The idol from my breast I'll tear,
Resolved to seek my all from thee.

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Hope Reviving.

1 AND shall I sit alone,

Oppressed with grief and fear;
To God my Father make my moan,
And he refuse to hear?

2 If he my Father be,

His pity he will show;

From cruel bondage set me free,
And inward peace bestow.

3 If still he silence keep,
"Tis but my faith to try;
He knows and feels whene'er I weep,
And softens every sigh.

4 Then will I humbly wait,
Nor once indulge despair;

My sins are great, but not so great
As his compassions are.

360.

L. M.

MORAVIAN.

Hoping for Grace.

1 My soul before thee prostrate lies;
To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free!

2 In life's short day, let me yet more
Of thy enlivening power implore;
My mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm, from wandering free.

3 One only care my soul should know,
Father, all thy commands to do:
Ah! deep engrave it on my breast,
That 1 in thee alone am blest.

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361. L. M. 61.

Seeking Refuge.

BP. HEBER.

1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray:
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away!

2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away!

362. C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Preparation of the Heart.

1 LORD, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear:
Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.

2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe,
Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?

3 God of all grace, we come to thee,
With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what thine eye delights to see,-
Truth in the inward parts:-

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