1 O HEAR, thou friend of sinners! hear The humble breathings of my mind; Give me to know that thou art near, And let me prove that thou art kind.

2 O may I taste of Jesus' love,

And feel the heav'nly flame within, Drawing this grov'ling heart above, From scenes of sorrow, death and sin. 3 Fain would I live on joy divine,

And feast my soul on gospel fare;
But this unfaithful heart of mine,
Draws me to earth and keeps me there.
4 O kind Redeemer, haste the hour
That I have often long'd to see;
When sin shall lose its galling pow'r,
And death shall waft my soul to thee.
5 Bid the brisk wheel but brisker roll,
That turns revolving seasons round
Then should I sooner reach the goal
Where joys, immortal joys, are found.
134. C. M. Steele.

Pardoning love. Jer. iii. 22. Hos. xiv. 1.
1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord;
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet, sov'reign mercy calls, "Return."
Dear Lord, and may I come!
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wond'rous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pardoning love, so free so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

135. L. M. D. Turner.

Thou shalt love the Lord thy God, &c. Deut. vi. 5. 1 YES, I will love thee, blessed God!

Paternal goodness marks thy name! Thy praises, through thy high abode, The heavenly hosts with joy proclaim. 2 Freely thou gav'st thy dearest Son For man to suffer, bleed and die; And bid'st me, as a wretch undone, For all I want on him rely.

3 In him, thy reconciled face,
With joy unspeakable I see;

And feel thy powerful, wond'rous grace
Draw, and unite my soul to thee.

4 Whene'er my foolish wandering heart,
Attracted by a creature's power,
Would from this blissful centre start,
Lord, fix it there to stray no more!

136. 148th.

The Heavenly Mariner.

1 THROUGH tribulations deep The way to glory is ;

This stormy course I keep

On these tempestuous seas: By winds and waves I'm tost and driven, Freighted with grace and bound for heaven.

2 When I in my distress,

My anchor hope can cast, Within the promises,

It holds my vessel fast:

Safely she then at anchor rides,

'Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides.

3 If a dead calm ensues,

And heaven no breezes give,

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The oar of prayer I use,

And tug, and toil, and strive;

Through storms and calms for many a ‹
I make but very little way.

4 But when a heavenly breeze Springs up and fills my sail, My vessel goes with ease,

Before the pleasant gale,

And runs as much an hour or morë, As in a month or two before.

5- Then at the time of noon,

My quadrant, faith, I take,
To view my Christ, my Sun!

If he the cloud should break.
I'm happy when his face I see,
I know then whereabout I be.
6 The Bible is my chart,
By it the seas I know;
I cannot with it part,

It rocks and sands doth show.
It is a chart and compass too,
Whose needle points for ever true.

7 I keep away from pride,

Those rocks I pass with care;

And studiously avoid

The whirlpool of despair. Presumption's quicksands too I shun, Near them I do not choose to run.

8 My vessel would be lost,

In spite of all my care,

But that the Holy Ghost

Himself vouchsafes to steer.

And I through all the voyage will
Depend upon my steersman's skill.

9 E'er I can reach heaven's coast,
I must a gulf pass through,
Which dreadful proves to most,
For all this passage go.

But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm,
If God himself is at my helm.

10 When through this gulf I get,
Though rough it is but short;

The pilot angels meet,

And bring me into port:

And when I land on that blest shore,
I shall be safe for evermore,

137. C. M. Psalm 107. Watts.

The Mariner's Psalm.

1 THY works of glory, mighty Lord,
Thy wonders in the deeps,
The sons of courage shall record,
Who sail in floating ships.

2 At thy command the winds arise,
And swell the tow'ring waves;
The men astonish'd mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.

3 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
He hears the loud request,

And orders silence through the skies,
And lays the floods to rest.

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