7 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse :
The deepest stains of sin efface,
And drive the evil spirit hence.

8 Be it according to thy word;
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul, to health restor'd,
Devote its little all to thee!

Jehudijah.] HYMN 51. LM.

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JES

ESUS, thy far-extended fame,
My drooping soul exults to hear;
Thy name, thy all-restoring name,
Is music in a sinner's ear.

2 Sinners of old thou didst receive

With comfortable words, and kind; Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve, Heal the diseas'd, and cure the blind. 3 And art thou not the Saviour still, In every place and age the same? Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, Or lost the virtue of thy name? 4 Faith in thy changeless name I have, The good, the kind physician, thou Art able now our souls to save, Art willing to restore them now.

5 Though eighteen hundred years are past Since thou didst in the flesh appear; Thy tender mercies ever last,

And still thy healing power is here.

6 Wouldst thou the body's health restore,
And not regard the sin-sick soul?
The sin-sick soul thou lov'st much more,
And surely thou wilt make it whole.

7 All my disease, my every sin,
To thee, O Jesus, I confess!
In pardon, Lord, my cure begin,
And perfect it in holiness.

8 That token of thine utmost good,

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Now, Saviour, now on me bestow; And purge my conscience with thy blood, And wash my nature white as snow.

Rest.] HYMN 52. 6 lines 7's.

SAVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race;

Save me!-from thy lofty throne
Give the sweet relenting grace,

Soften this obdurate stone!
Stone to flesh, O God, convert;
Cast a look, and break my heart!
2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,
All mine inmost sins reveal;
Sins against thy light and love,

Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucify'd my God,
Spilt again thy precious blood.
3 Jesus, seek thy wand'ring sheep,
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn:
Till I say, by grace restor❜d,

"Now, thou know'st, I love thee, Lord."

4 Might I in thy sight appear
As the publican distrest;
Stand, not daring to draw near;
Smite on my unworthy breast;

Groan the sinner's only plea,
"God be merciful to me!"

5 O remember me for good,
Passing through the mortal vale ;

Show me the atoning blood

When my strength and spirits fail; Give my gasping soul to see

Jesus crucify'd for me.

Asbury.] HYMN 53.

C. M.

FOR that tenderness of heart, Which bows before the Lord; Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembling at thy word! O for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow: That consciousness of guilt, which fears The long-suspended blow!

2 Saviour, to me, in pity give, The sensible distress;

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The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive,
And bid me die in peace;

Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come ;
My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

Egypt.] HYMN 54. S. M.

THAT I could repent,
With all my idols part;

And to thy gracious eye present
A humble, contrite heart :
A heart with grief opprest
For having griev'd my God:
A troubled heart that cannot rest
Till sprinkled with thy blood!

3 Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire:
With true sincerity of wo
My aching breast inspire;

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With soft'ning pity look,

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And melt my hardness down:

Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone!

Aylesbury.] HYMN 55. S. M.

THAT I could revere
My much-offended God!

O that I could but stand in fear
Of thy afflicting rod!
If mercy cannot draw,

Thou by thy threat'ning move;
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.
Show me the naked sword
Impending o'er my head:
O let me tremble at thy word,
And to my ways take heed!
With sacred horror fly
From every sinful snare :
Nor ever in my Judge's eye
My Judge's anger dare.
Thou great tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart;

The grace

be now on me bestow'd,

The tender fleshly heart:
For Jesu's sake alone,
The stony heart remove :

And melt at last, O melt me down,
Into the mould of love.

Abridge.] HYMN 56. C. M.

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ENSLAV'D to sense, to pleasure prone,

Fond of created good :

Father, our helplessness we own,
And, trembling, taste our food.

2 Trembling, we taste; for, Ah! no more
To thee the creatures lead:

Chang'd, they exert a baneful power,
And poison while they feed.

3 Curs'd for the sake of wretched man,
They now engross him whole;
With pleasing force on earth detain,
And sensualize his soul.

4 Grov❜ling on earth we still must lie,
Till Christ the curse repeal:

Till Christ, descending from on high,
Infected nature heal.

5 Come, then, our heavenly Adam, come,
Thy healing influence give;
Hallow our food, reverse our doom,
And bid us eat, and live.

6 The bondage of corruption break ;
For this our spirits groan;

Thy only will we fain would seek,
O save us from our own!

7 Turn the full stream of nature's tide;
Let all our actions tend

To thee our source: thy love the guide:
Thy glory be the end.

8 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be;
Sense shall point out the road;
The creatures all shall lead to thee,
And all we taste be God.

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Euphrates.] HYMN 57. 7's, 6's, & 1 8.

RETCHED, helpless, and distrest,
Ah! whither shall I fly!

Ever gasping after rest,

I cannot find it nigh: