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560. A Prayer for Seriousness. Psalm xxxix. 4, 5.

(P.M.)

1 HOU God of glorious

majesty!

To thee, against myself, to thee-
A worm of earth I cry;

A half awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die.

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure-insensible:

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

3 O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart,
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.

4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou, with clouds, shall come,
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry, and fear,
My future bliss t' insure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from the vale, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

561. Sinners called to Repentance. Acts xvii. 30. (C. M.)

1 REPENT, the voice celestial cries,

Nor longer dare delay:

The wretch that scorns the mandate, dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sov'reign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men;

His heralds are dispatch'd abroad,
To warn the world of sin.

3 The summons reach through all the earth;
Let earth attend and fear:
Listen, ye men of royal birth,
And let their vassals hear.

4 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with the grace.

5 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar;

For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

6 Amazing love, that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts subdu'd by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

562. The contrite Heart. Isaiah lvii. 15. (C. M.)

1 THE

1 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If ought is felt, 'tis only pain,
To find I cannot feel.

3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee if I could;
But often feel another mind,
Averse from all that's good.

4 My best desires are faint, and few,
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.

60 make this heart rejoice, or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;

And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.

563.

1

The Penitent pardoned. (L. M.)

GUILTY, and vile, before my God,

I dread the vengeance of thy rod; My sins, like lofty mountains grown, Might justly bring thy vengeance down.

2 Thy justice dreadful glory claims, And bids me sink to endless flames; And while I hear thy thunders roar, I own thy justice, and adore.

3 But there's a throne of grace above, Where Jesus sits, and rules by love: He'll send his grace and mercy down, And all his grace with glory crown.

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4 Jesus, to thee alone I fly;
And wilt thou let a sinner die;
Whilst, trusting on thy sacred blood,
I seek no other way to God?

5 Thy tender heart will sure forgive,
And bid a guilty sinner live;

For all that come, his grace is free,
For Saul, and Magdalen, and me.

564.

1

Penitence and Prayer. (P.M.)

E troubled seas of earthly joy,
No more my wishes ye employ,
I seek a nobler prize :

To higher bliss would I aspire,
And calmer pleasures fain desire,
Nor build below the skies.

2 To Satan's yoke I bid adieu,
And sins embitter'd service too,
My soul doth now resign:
Jesus, I'll seek my rest in thee,
No refuge can I elsewhere see,
But thine is all divine.

3 'Tis true my sins have risen high,
Nor can I name a reason why

Thou shouldst thy favour give:
But Jesus died-in him I'll trust,
And in his righteousness I'll boast,
And thou the praise receive.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above,
Thy powerful influence may I prove,
My sinful heart renew:

Let Jesu's image in me shine;
And mark me as a child of thine;
Give me that token true.

5 May I pass thro' this vale of tears, With stedfast faith and watchful fears, And holy caution blest :

And when my warfare here is past,
Jesus shall take my soul at last,
Into eternal rest.

565.

1

OH

The Stony Heart. (L.M.)

H! for a glance of heavenly day, To take this stubborn stone away; And thaw, with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake; The seas can roar; the mountains shake; Of feeling all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, Dear Lord, an adamant would melt: But I can read each moving line, And nothing move this heart of mine.

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