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This traitor vile I fain would shun,
But cannot from his presence run.

2 When to the throne of grace I flee,
He stands between my God and me:
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
I feel him working in my breast.

3 When I attempt to soar above,
To view the heights of Jesus' love;
This monster seems to mount the skies,
And veils his glory from my eyes.

4 Lord! free me from this deadly foe,
Which keeps my faith and hope so low;
I long to dwell in heav'n my home,
Where not one sinful thought can come.

HARRISON.

HYMN 38. L. M. Armley.

A penitent pleading for pardon.

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 pow'r and glory of thy grace;
Great God! thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 O! 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 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace;

Lord! should thy judgment grow severe,

I am condemn'd but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord!

Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

WATTS.

HYMN 39. 8s. 7s. 4. Greenville.

Sinners entreated by the mercies of Christ.

1 Come ye sinners-poor and wretched,
Come in mercy's gracious hour!
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r;
He is able-

He is willing-doubt no more.

2 Come, ye thirsty-ye are welcome!
God's free bounty glorify;

True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace which brings us nigh,
Without money—

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.

3 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies! On the bloody cross behold him, Hear him cry before he dies,"It is finish'd!"-

Heaven's atoning sacrifice!

4 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of his blood:

Venture on him-venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus-

Can do helpless sinners good.

HYMN 40. C. M. Ferry.

Repentance.

1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!

How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet Sovereign mercy calls-"Return;"
Dear Lord! and may I come?

My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O! take the wand'rer home.

3 And canst thou,-wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?

And shall a pardon'd rebel live,
To speak thy wond'rous love?

4 Almighty grace! thy healing pow'r,
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore,

A heart so vile as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love-so free-so sweet,Dear Saviour! I adore;

O! keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

HYMN 41. C. M. Walsal.

Social dedication to God.

1 Being of beings, God of love! To thee our hearts we raise;

HART

STEELE.

Thy all sustaining pow'r we prove,
And gladly sing thy praise.

2 Thine, wholly thine, we want to be,
Our sacrifice receive;

Made, and preserv'd and sav'd by thee,
To thee ourselves we give.

3 Come Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love

Shed in our hearts abroad;

So shall we ever live and move,

And be with Christ, in God. Montgomery's Sel.

HYMN 42. L. M. Wells.

Sin and holiness.

1 What jarring natures dwell within,
Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,
Tho' each by turns my heart assail.

2 Now I complain, and groan and die, Now raise my songs of triumph high, Sing a rebellious passion slain,

Or mourn to feel it live again.

3 One happy hour beholds me rise,
Born upwards to my native skies;
When faith assists my soaring flight
To realms of joy, and worlds of light.

4 Great God! assist me thro' the fight, Make me triumphant in thy might, Thou the desponding heart canst raise,

The vict'ry mine and thine the praise. HART. SEL.

HYMN 43. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn.

Self-examination.

1 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought:-
Do I love the Lord, or no?

Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull, this lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse;

Who have never heard his name.

3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove— Ev'ry trifle give me pain

If I knew a Saviour's love?

4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin-
Can I deem myself a child?

5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You who love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it so with you?

6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

7 Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd—
Find at times, the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord?

8 Lord! decide the doubtful case! Thou who art thy people's sun;

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