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Hymn 223. L. M. 1. THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
Thy help and comfort still afford :
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Is all the sacrifice I bring ;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ;
Hymn 224. c. M. 1. GOD of mercy hear my call,
My load of guilt remove ; Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.
Then my rejoicing tongue
And make thy praise my song. 3. No blood of goats, nor heifer slain
For sin could e'er atone ;
Sufficient and alone.
4. A soul, opprest with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;
Is our best sacrifice.
Hymn 225. C. M.
On contrite hearts bestow :
A contrite heart or no?
Insensible as steel ;
To find I cannot feel.
To love thee, if I could;
Averse to all that's good.
I fain would strive for more: But when I cry, “ My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before. 5. Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of pray’r; I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there. 6. O make this heart rejoice or ache ;
Decile this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.
Hymn 226. s. M. 1. M'impatient of restraint, Into thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.
2. This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
In presence of thy sword.
A rebel to the skies,
And mercy's loudest cries !
And all his heav'n to me.
That cannot feel, nor see. 5. Jesus, the Saviour, stands
To court me from above,
And shews the prints of love.
Hymn 227. L.M. 1. EHOLD how sinners disagree,
The Publican and Pharisee ! One doth his righteousness proclaim,
The other owns his guilt and shame. 2. This man at humble distance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
And talks of duties he has done.
And diff'rent answers he bestows;
While on the proud his anger frowns. 4. Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boasting Pharisee ;
Hymn 228. s. M. 1. S this the kind return?
Are these the thanks we owe ?
Whence all our blessings flow ! 2. To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind !
And God as strangely kind ! 3. Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh;
And give us hearts of flesh. 4. Let past ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
Let hourly thanks arise.
Hymn 229. c. M.
How would I vent
From both my streaming eyes. 2. 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life,
For thee, my soul, for thee.
That crucify'd my God,
Fast to the fatal wood !
My heart has so decreed ;
That made my Saviour bleed.
5. Whilst, with a melting broken heart,
My murder'd Lord I view,
And slay the murd'rers too.
Hymn 230. c. M. The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. J, &c. 1.
EHOLD the wretch, whose lust and wine
Has wasted his estate,
To taste the husks they eat!
“ I starve in foreign lands; "My Father's house has large supplies,
“ And bounteous are his hands. 3. “ I'll
and with a mournful tongue, 6 Fall down before his face; “ Father, I've done thy justice wrong,
“ Nor can deserve thy grace.” 4. He said, and hasten'd to his home,
To seek his Father's love. The Father saw the rebel come,
And his compassions move. 5. He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Embrac'd and kiss'd his son ;
For follies he had done.
Hymn 231. C.M.
Psalm cxxxix. 23, 24.
He sees our
And leave our souls behind.