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2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I of sin ;
Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms, and take me in !
And freely my backslidings heal,

And love the faithless sinner still.
3 Thou know’st the way to bring me back,

My fallen spirit to restore;
0! for thy truth and mercy's sake!

Forgive and bid me sin no more :
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
4 The stone to flesh again convert;

The veil of sin once more remove!
Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart,

And melt it by thy dying love!
This rebel heart by love subdue,

And make it soft, and make it new.
5 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart,

That trembles at th' approach of sin;
A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant and root it deep within !
That I may dread thy gracious power,
And never dare t' offend thee more!

. . OMNISCIENCE. 327. The all-seeing God. (L. M.) IT ORD, thou hast search’dand seen me through;

u Thine eye commands with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers.

2 My thoughts, before they are my own,

Are to my God distinctly known ;
He knows the words I mean to speak,

Ere from my op’ning lips they break.
S Within thy circling power I stand ;
On every side I find thy hand :
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!

What large extent! what lofty height! . My soul, with all the powers I boast,

Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 “ ( may these thoughts possess my breast,

“ Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; “ Nor let my weaker passions dare, Consent to sin, for God is there.


6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, .

To quit thy service and thy love;
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,

Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,

And Satan groans beneath thy chains, 3 If mounted on a morning ray,

I fly beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

9 Or should I try to shun thy sight,

Beneath the spreading veil of night;
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
“ O may these thoughts possess my breas
" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
“ Nor let my weaker passions dare,
“ Consent to sin, for God is there.”

11 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes ;
Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon,

Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree,

Great God, they're both alike to thee:
Nor death can hide wbat God will spy,

And hell lies naked to his eye. 13“ O may these thoughts possess my breast

" Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare,
“ Consent to sin, for God is there."

328. God is every where. (C. M.)
1 I ORD, where shall guilty souls retire,

I Forgotten and unknown?
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,

· In heav'n thy glorious throne.
2 Should I suppress my vital breath,

To 'scape the wrath divine,
Thy voice would break the bars of death,

And make the grave resign.

$ If, wing'd with beams of morning light,

I fly beyond the west,
Thy hand, which must support my flight,
1 Would soon betray my rest.
4 If o'er my sins I think to draw,

The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law,

Would turn the shades to light.
5 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,

Are both alike to thee;
O may I ne'er provoke that power,

From which I cannot flee !


29. · The Greatness of God. (L. M.)

1MY God, my King, thy various praise,

Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue,

Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear,

Some thankful tribute to thine ear ;
And every setting sun shall see,

New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;.

Thy bounty flows, an endless stream,
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine,

And speak thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her shores proclaim,

The sound and honour of thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise,

The long succession of thy praise ;
And unborn ages make my song,

The joy and labour of their tongue.
6 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!
Vast and unsearchable thy ways !
Vast and immortal be thy praise !

330. The same. (C. M.) 1 I ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

1 My King, my God of love; My work and joy will be the same,

In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown,

And let his praise be great:
I'll sing the honours of thy throne,

Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;

And while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song,

Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,

And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,

And nations sound thy praise.

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