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“ But melancholy breath.”
“ And 'tis too late to pray;
“ For they have lost their day.” 6. Thus he supports his cruel throne
By mischief and deceit,
To darkness and the pit.
Hymn 211. c. M.
OW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.
Give but a flatt'ring light;
Where we possess delight:
The partners of our blood,
And leave but half for God.
4. The fondness of a creature's love
How strong it strikes the sense ! Thither the warm affections move;
Nor.can we call thein thence.
My soul's eternal food ;
From all created good.
Hymn 212. c. M. Let the wicked forsake his way, &c. Isaiah Iv. 7.
INNERS, the voice of God regard ;
'Tis Mercy speaks to-day ; He calls you by his sov'reign word,
From sin's destructive way.
You live devoid of peace ;
Deprive your souls of ease.
Why will you persevere ?
Shut up in black despair ?
Of sin and folly go ?
To reap immortal woe !
Hymn 213. P. M.
From the German. 1.
ATHER of lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs;
Suggest and liarken to my pray’r. 2. Since, Ly thy light, myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee;
Thou seest my wants, for help they call,
And ere I speak thou know'st them all. 3. 'Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent; and blind: Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill : Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm’d by love. 4. Fain would I know as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan; Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.
My total misery reveal;
Hymn 214. S. dr.
The rock in sunder cleave!
My soul and spirit part;
And break my stubborn heart. 2. Saviour, and Prince of peace,
The double grace bestow;
And let the captive go;
Wound, and pour in my wounds, to head,
The balm of pard’ning love. 3. For thine own mercy's sake,
My guilt and sin remove;
The pris'ner of thy love.
Stand by my feeble soul,
'Till thou hast made me whole. 4. This is thy will, I know,
That I should holy be ;
This moment turn to thee:
Thine all-sufficient pow'r!
And never grieve thee more!
Hymn 215. P. M. 1. ESUS, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to thee, like Peter, I
Would faïn like Peter weep: Let me be by grace restor’d;
On me be all long-sufi'ring shown : Turn and look upon me Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
Repentance to impart,
The humble, contrite heart:
A portion of thy grief unknown:
For thine own compassion's sake;
The gracious wonder show;
sins behind thy back,
If I now myself bemoan:
And break my heart of stone. 4. See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die!
Drop from thy gracious eye;
And let thy mercy melt me down: Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
Hymn 216. C.M 1. TESUS, if still thou art to-day
As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of thy name..
Thy needy creatures good;
Be all thy wonders show'd.
Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eye
fall A leper at thy feet. 4. Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin;
Of thine, can make me clean, 5. Thou seest me deaf to thy cammands, Open, O Lord, my ear: