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7 M.


1 God of mercy, God of love,

Hear our sad repentant song ;
Sorrow dwells on every face,
Penitence on every tongue.

2 Deep regret for follies past,

Talents wasted, time misspent ;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,

Thankless for the blessings lent: 3 Foolish fears, and fond desires,

Vain regrets for things as vain ;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,

Oft to murmur and complain : 4 These, and every secret fault,

Filled with grief and shame, wę own;
Humbled at thy feet we lie,

Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy, God of grace,

Hear our sad repentant songs ;
O restore thy suppliant. race,
Thou to whom all praise belongs.


7 M.


1 BLEST Instructer, from thy ways

Who can tell how oft he strays ?
Purge me from the guilt that lies
Wrapt within my heart's disguise.

2 Let my tongue, from error free,

Speak the words approved by thee;
To thy all-observing eyes,

Let my thoughts accepted rise. 3 While I thus thy name adore,

And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear,
God, my strength, propitious hear.


L. M. 61, Wesley's Col. 1 Forgive us, for thy mercy's sake,

Our multitude of sins forgive!
Our souls for thy possession take,
And bid us to thy glory live;
To walk in light, and gladly prove

Our faith by our obedient love.
2 The covenant of forgiveness seal,

And all thy-mighty wonders show!
Our hidden enemies expel,
And conquering them to conquer go,
Till all our pride and wrath be slain,
And not one evil thought remain !


L. M.

WATTS, 1 Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;

Let a repenting rebel live :
Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass

The power and glory of thy grace :
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 0 wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean ;
Here on my heart the burden lies,

And past offences pain mine eyes.
4 Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.


C. M.

MONTGOMERY 1 O God of grace, we come to thee,

With broken, contrite hearts;
Give what thine eye delights to see,-

Truth in the inward parts :2 Give deep humility :-the sense

Of godly sorrow give;
A strong desiring confidence,

To hear thy voice and live ;-
3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,

Though mercy long delay ;
Courage, our fainting souls to keep,

And trust thee, though thou slay.
4 Give these,-and then thy will be done ;

Thus strengthened with all might,
We, by thy Spirit and thy Son,

Shall pray, and pray aright.


L. M.

MONTGOMERY. 1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest,

From vain pursuits and maddening cares;
From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world's allurements, toils and snares.

2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole ;

Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Yes, to thy rest, my soul, return,

From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,

Lay hold upon eternal life.
4 God is thy rest;—with heart inclined

To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest ;—with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.



S. M.
1 O BLESSED souls are they,

Whose sins are covered o'er !
Divinely blest to whom the Lord

Imputes their guilt no more!

2 They mourn their follies past,

And keep their hearts with care ;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,

Shall prove their faith sincere. 3 While I concealed my guilt,

1 felt the festering wound; Till I confessed my sins to thee,

And ready pardon found. 4 Let sinners learn to pray,

Let saints keep near the throne ;
Our help in times of deep distress

Is found in God alone.


S. M.


1 Thou Lord of all above

And all below the sky,
Before thy feet I prostrate fall,

And for thy mercy cry. 2 Guilt, like a heavy load,

Upon my conscience lies;
To thee I make my sorrows known,

And raise my weeping eyes. 3 The burden which I feel,

Thou only canst remove;
Display, O Lord, thy pardoning grace,

And thy unbounded love. 4 One gracious look of thine

Will ease my troubled breast; 0, let me feel my sins forgiven,

And I shall then be blest.


C. M.


1 Times without number have I prayed,

This only once forgive ;
Relapsing when thy hand was stayed,

And suffered me to live.
2 Yet now the kingdom of thy peace,

Lord, to my heart restore;
Forgive my vain repentances,

And bid me sin no more.

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