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65.

7s M.

J. TAYLOR.

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.

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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.

MERRICK.

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.

67.

L. M. 6 1. 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 !

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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 ?

WATTS,

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 O 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.

69.

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,

70.

Shall pray, and pray aright.

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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.

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10 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.

WATTS.

72.

S. M.

BEDDOME

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;
O, let me feel my sins forgiven,
And I shall then be blest.

73.

C. M.

C. WESLEY.

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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