4 Ah! Lord, if thou art in that sigh,
Then hear thyself within me pray,
Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry,

Mark what my lab'ring soul would say :
Answer the deep unutter'd groan,
And show that thou and I are one.

5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom;
Light in thy light I then shall see;
Say to my soul, "Thy light is come,
Glory divine is risen on thee;

Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er;
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more."
6 Lord, I believe thy promise sure,
And trust thou wilt not long delay;
Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor,
Upon thy word myself I stay;
Into thy hands my all resign,
And wait till all thou art is mine.

1

Bishop.] HYMN 34. L. M.

VHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw

near,

And bow myself before thy face?
How in thy purer eyes appear?

What shall I bring to gain thy grace?
2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High?
Will multiply'd oblations please?
Thousands of rams his favour buy ;
Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease?
3 Can these avert the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain?
Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain.

4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve,
Must take the path thyself hast show'd:

Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone : Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own. 6 What have I then wherein to trust; I nothing have, I nothing am; Excluded is my every boast ; My glory swallow'd up in shame.

7 Guilty I stand before thy face; On me I feel thy wrath abide ; 'Tis just the sentence should take place, 'Tis just,—but, O, thy Son hath died!

8 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled, He bore our sins upon the tree: Beneath our curse he bow'd his head

'Tis finish'd? he hath died for me!

9 See, where before thy throne he stands, And pours the all-prevailing prayer! Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there!

10 He ever lives for me to pray;

He prays that I with him may reign: Amen, to what my Lord doth say! Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain.

Hotham.] HYMN 35. 8 lines 7's.

1 ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past,

Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, Ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head

All

With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find,
Raise the fall'n, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False, and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within :
Thou of life the fountain art;

Freely let me take of thee:

Spring thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity!

Mount Zion.] HYMN 36. 4 8's & 2 6's.

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell.
Its riches are unsearchable ;
The first-born sons of light

Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, the breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God;
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine!
Be mine this better part!

4 O that I could for ever sit,
With Mary at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice!
5 O that I could, with favour'd John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast; From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlasting rest!

Durham.] HYMN 37. S. M.

H! whither should I go,

A Burdened, and sick, and faint!

To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint?
My Saviour bids me come,

Ah! why do I delay ?

He calls the weary sinner home,

And yet from him I stay!

2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part?

Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?

3

4

Some cursed thing unknown, Must surely lurk within; Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin.

Jesus, the hind'rance show,
Which I have fear'd to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine
The trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.

I now believe in thee
Compassion reigns alone;
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove;
Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

Pastoral Hymn.] HYMN 38. 6 lines 8's. 1 ATHER of Jesus Christ, the Just,

FATHER of Jesus with the

My Friend and Advocate with thee.

Pity a soul that fain would trust

In Him who liv'd and died for me:
But only thou canst make him known,
And in my heart reveal thy Son.
2 If drawn by thine alluring grace,
My want of living faith I feel,
Show me in Christ thy smiling face,

What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal;

Thy co-eternal Son display,

And speak my darkness into day.

3 The gift unspeakable impart :

Command the light of faith to shine;