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Redemption full I only see,

Out of myself, alone in thee.

255. The Penitent.

LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin;
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.

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Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true:
O make me wise betimes, to spy
My danger and my remedy.

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Behold I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.

Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone;

Thy blood can make me white as snow:
No other thing can cleanse me so.

O let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my troubled soul rejoice!
Then all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

256. The awaken'd Sinner.

My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins,
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

Ah! whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar:
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But sure a friendly whisper says,
• Flee from the wrath to come.'

I see, or think I see,

A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.
Fore-runner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.

257. Christian Triumph.

O MY soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be gone:

Look to Jesus,

And rejoice in his dear name.

What tho' Satan's strong temptations Vex and tease thee, day by day? And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay?
Thou shalt conquer,

Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood.
Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee
From without and from within;
Jesus saith, he'll ne'er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin:
He is faithful,

To perform his gracious word.
Tho' distresses now attend thee,

And thou tread'st the thorny road; His right hand shall still defend thee, Soon he'll bring thee home to God: Therefore praise him,

Praise the great Redeemer's name.
O that I could now adore him,
Like the heav'nly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters!

When shall I your chorus join?

258. The Sinner changed.

No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;
And what she has, she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.

How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!
I toil'd the precept to obey,

But toil'd without success.

Then, to abstain from outward sin,
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its pow'r within,
I feel I hate it too.

Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,

I freely choose his ways.

What shall I do, was then the word, That I may worthier grow ?

What shall I render to the Lord?

Is my enquiry now.

To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,
And hear his pard'ning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

259. Zeal for God.

Now let a true ambition rise,
And ardour fire our breast,
To reign in worlds above the skies,
In heav'nly glories drest.

Behold Jehovah's royal hand

A glorious crown display, Whose glory will for ever shine, When stars and suns decay.

Away, each grov'lling anxious care;
Beneath a Christian's thought;
Oh! spring to seize immortal joys,
Which our Redeemer bought.
Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm,
The glorious prize pursue;
Nor shall ye want the goods of earth,
While heav'n is kept in view.

260. Christian Submission.

O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

Thy favour, all my journey through,
Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!

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