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3 Bound on a voyage of awful length,

Through dangers little known; A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own. 4 But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

352. 7s. M. MERRICK.

Seeking a clean Heart. Ps. 19.
1 Brest Instructer, from thy ways

Who can tell how oft he strays?
Purge me from the guilt that lies

Wrapt within my heart's disguise. 2 Let my tongue, from error free,

Speak the words approved by thee;
To thy all-observing eyes,

Let my thoughts accepted rise.
3 While I thus thy name adore,

And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear,
God, my strength, propitious hear.

353. L. M. 61. WESLEY'S COL.

Imploring Forgiveness and Renewal of Heart.
1 Forgive us, for thy mercy's sake,

Our multitude of sins forgive!
And for thy own possession take,
And bid us to thy glory live:
Live in thy sight, and gladly prove
Our faith, by our obedient love.

2 The covenant of forgiveness seal,

And all thy mighty wonders show!
Our hidden enemies expel,
And conquering them to conquer go,
Till all of pride and wrath be slain,

And not one evil thought remain ! 3 O put it in our inward parts,

The living law of perfect love !
Write the new precept on our hearts;
We shall not then from thee remove,
Who in thy glorious image shine,
Thy people, and forever thine!


L. M. WATT8. Seeking Forgiveness. Ps. 51. 1 0 Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,

Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,

But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,

And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banished from thy sigtit:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,

And guard me, that I fall no more. 4 A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

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.

Cleanse thou me from secret Faults.
1 SEARCHER of hearts, before thy face

I all my soul display;
And, conscious of iis 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 grace, like a pure silver stream,

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 Oh 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.


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.

359. S. M. BEDDOME.

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?

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