4 Fain would I know as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I fee;
Fain would I all my vilenefs own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Deteft and loathe myself and fin.

5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel, My total mifery reveal;

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Ah! give me Lord (I ftill would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray :
My bus'nefs this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r.

HYMN XIII. S. M.

THAT I could repent!

O that I could believe!
Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent,
The rock in funder cleave!

Thou by thy two-edg'd fword,
My foul and fpirit part;

Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.

Saviour. and Prince of peace,

The double grace beftow;

Unloofe the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:

Grant me my fins to feel,

And then the load remove;

Wound, and pour in my wounds, to heal,

The balm of pard'ning love.

3

For thine own mercy's fake,

My guilt and fin remove;

And into thy protection take
The pris'ner of thy love;
In ev'ry trying hour,

Stand by my feeble foul,

And fkreen me from temptation's pow'r, Till thou haft made me whole.

4 This is thy will, I know,

That I fhould holy be;

Should let my fins this moment go,
This moment turn to thee:
O might I now embrace

Thine all-fufficient pow'r!
And never more to fin give place,
And never grieve thee more!

HYMN XIV.

1 TESUS, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
Falfe to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep:
Let me be by grace reftor'd;
On me be all long-fuff'ring shown
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,

Give me, through redeeming-love,
The humble, contrite heart:
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy grief unknown :
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3 For thine own compaffion's fake,
The gracious wonder how;
Cat my fins behind thy back,
And wash me white as fnow:
If thy bowels now are mov'd;
If I now myself bemoan,
Turn and-look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of ftone,

See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor fuffer me to die!
Life and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious cye;
Speak the reconciling word,

And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of ftone.

Look, as when thine eye purfu'd
The firft apoftate man,
Saw him welt'ring in his blood,
And bade him rife again :
Speak my paradife reftor'd,

Redeem me by thy grace alone!
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

6 Look, as whenthy languid eye Was clos'd that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die, My Saviour gafp'd) “forgive,” Surely with that dying word,

He turns and looks, and cries, ""Tis done!"

O my bleeding, loving Lord,

Thou break'ft my heart of stone !

HYMN XV.

ET the world their virtue boast,

'L Their works of right'oufnefs;

1, a wretch, undone and loft,
Am freely fav'd by grace;
Other title Í disclaim,

This, only this, is all my plea,
I the chief of finners am,

But Jefus dy'd for me!

2 Happy they, whose joys abound
Like Jordan's fwelling ftream,
Who their heav'n in Chrift have found,
And give the praise to him;
Let them triumph in his name,

Enjoy their full felicity;
I the chief of finners.am,
But Jefus dy'd for me!

3 Bleft are they, entirely bleft,
Who can in him rejoice,
Lean on his beloved breast,

And hear the Bridegroom's voice;
Meaneft follow'r of the Lamb,

His fteps I at a distance fee;

I the chief of finners am,
But Jefus dy'd for me!

4 Jefus, thou for me haft dy'd,
And thou in me fhalt live;
I fhall feel thy death apply'd,
I fhall thy life receive;

To bring fire on earth thou cam'ft,
O that it now may kindled be!

I the chief of finners am,

But Jefus dy'd for me

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HYMN XVI. C. M.

ITH glorious clouds encompaft round,
Whom angels dimly fee;

Will the Unfearchable be found,

Or God appear to me?

2 Will he forfake his throne above,
Himself to worms impart ?
Anfwer, thou Man of Grief and Love,
And speak it to my heart!

3 In manifefted love explain
Thy wonderful defign;

What meant the fuff'ring Son of Man?
The ftreaming blood divine?

4 Didft thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,

That I might now perceive thee near,
And my Redeemer know?

5 Come then, and to my foul reveal
The heights and depths of grace,
The wounds which all my forrows heal,
That dear disfigur'd face.

6 Before my eyes of faith, confefs'd,
Stand forth a flaughter'd Lamb;
And wrap me in thy crimfon veft,
And tell me all thy name.

7 Jehovah in thy person show,
My Saviour crucify'd !

And then the pard'ning God I know,
And feel the blood applied.

8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
Whom angels dimly fee;