2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood:

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
May thy bless'd wings, celestial Dove,
Safely convey me home!

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Bethel.] HYMN 45. C. M.

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My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Awake, my sluggish soul!

Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 Go to the ants; for one poor grain
See how they toil and strive!

Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;

We, for whose guard the angel-bands
Come flying from above.

4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood.

5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?

Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, And warm our frozen hearts.

6 Give us with active warmth to move, With vig'rous souls to rise;

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With hands of faith and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

Mear.] HYMN 46. C. M.

NOD is in this and every place!

G But, O! how dark and void;

To me 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.

2 Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart :

Till he his glorious self reveals,
The veil is on my heart.

3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief, Thyself unseen, unknown;

Pity my helpless unbelief,

And break my heart of stone! 4 Regard me with a gracious eye, The long-sought blessing give; And bid me, at the point to die, Behold thy face and live.

5 A darker soul did never yet

Thy promis'd help implore :
O that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lose him more!

6 Now, Jesus, now the Father's love
Shed in my heart abroad;
The middle wall of sin remove,
And let me into God.

Peterborough.] HYMN 47. C. M.

1 HOU hidden God, for whom I groan, Till thou thyself declare :

God, inaccessible, unknown,
Regard a sinner's prayer!

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* A sinner welt'ring in his blood,
Unpurg'd and unforgiven;
Far distant from the living God,
As far as hell from heaven.

2 An unregenerate child of man,
To thee for faith I call;
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
And raise me from my fall.

The darkness which through thee I feel.
Thou only canst remove;
Thy own eternal power reveal,
Thy everlasting love.

3 Thou hast in unbelief shut up,
That grace may let me go;
In hope, believing against hope,
I wait the truth to know.
Thou wilt in me reveal thy name,
Thou wilt thy light afford;
Bound and opprest, yet thine I am,
The pris'ner of the Lord.

4 I would not to thy foe submit;
I hate the tyrant's chain;

Send forth the pris'ner from the pit,
Nor let me cry in vain.

Show me the blood that bought my peace,
The cov❜nant blood apply,

And all my griefs at once shall cease,
And all my sins shall die.

5 Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend!The mountain-sin remove;

My unbelief and troubles end,
If thou art Truth and Love.
Speak, Jesus, speak into my heart,
What thou for me hast done!

A ray of living faith impart,

And God is all my own.

Angels' Hymn.] HYMN 48. L. M.

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1 HOU man of griefs, remember me, Who never canst thyself forget,

Thy last mysterious agony,

Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat! 2 When wrestling in the strength of prayer, Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; Thy feeble flesh abhorr'd to bear The wrath of an Almighty God. 3 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire; Remove this load of guilty wo, Nor let me in my sins expire!

4 I tremble, lest the wrath divine,

Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine, Long as eternal ages roll.

5 To thee my last distress I bring;

The heighten'd fear of death I find; The tyrant, brandishing his sting, Appears, and hell is close behind.

6 I deprecate that death alone,

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That endless banishment from thee; O save, and give me to thy Son,

Who trembled, wept, and bled for me!

Mourner.] HYMN 49. L. M.

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ORD Jesus, when, when shall it be,
That I no more shall break with thee?
When will this war of passions cease,
And my free soul enjoy thy peace?

2 Here I repent, and sin again;
Now I revive, and now am slain ;
Slain with the same unhappy dart,
Which O, too often wounds my heart!

3 O Saviour, when, when shall I be,
A garden seal'd to all but thee?
No more expos'd, no more undone ;
But live and grow to thee alone?

4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force;
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By thee, my way, to thee, my end!

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Mourner.] HYMN 50. L. M.

GOD, to whom in flesh reveal'd
The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be reliev'd and heal'd,
And found salvation in thy name.

2 With publicans and harlots I,

In these thy Spirit's Gospel days, To thee, the sinner's friend, draw nigh, And humbly sue for saving grace. 3 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd, Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor; Weary, I come to thee for rest,

And, sick of sin, implore a cure.

4 My sin's incurable disease,

Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal; Inspire me with thy power and peace, And pardon on my conscience seal. 5 A touch, a word, a look from thee, Can turn my heart, and make it clean; Purge the foul inbred leprosy,

And save me from my bosom sin.

6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe

Thou canst the saving grace impart ; Thou canst this instant now forgive, And stamp thine image on my heart.