20! conquer this rebellious will:
Willing thou art, and ready still,
Thy help is always nigh:
The stony from my heart remove,
And give me, Lord, O give me love,
Or at thy feet I die.

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3 To thee I lift my mournful
Why am I thus? O tell me why
I cannot love my God?

The hind'rance must be all in me:
It cannot in my Saviour be;

Witness that streaming blood!

4 It cost thy blood my heart to win: To buy me from the power of sin, And make me love again :

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Come, then, my Lord, thy right assert.
Take to thyself my ransom'd heart,
Nor bleed nor die in vain.

Wells.] HYMN 71. L. M.

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OD of my life, what just return
Can sinful dust and ashes give?

I only live my sin to mourn;

To love my God I only live.

2 To thee, benign and saving Power,

I consecrate my lengthen'd days; While, mark'd with blessings, every hour Shall speak thy co-extended praise.

3 Be all my added life employ'd

Thine image in my soul to see:
Fill with thyself the mighty void!
Enlarge my heart to compass thee!
4 O give me, Saviour, give me more:
Thy mercies to my soul reveal!
Alas! I see their endless store;
But, O, I cannot, cannot feel.
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5 The blessing of thy love bestow,
For this my cries shall never fail ;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
I will not, till my suit prevail.

6 I'll weary thee with my complaint;
Here at thy feet for ever lie;

With longing, sick; with groaning, faint:
O give me love, or else I die.

7 Come then, my hope, my life, my Lord,
And fix in me thy lasting home!
Be mindful of thy gracious word!

Thou, with thy promis'd Father, come. 8 Prepare, and then possess my heart; O take me, seize me from above! Thee may I love, for God thou art; Thee may I feel; for God is love!

Newry.] HYMN 72. L. M.

1 AIN would I go to thee, my God,

To feel my pardon seal'd in blood:
Saviour, thy love I wait to feel.

2 Freed from the power of cancell❜d sin,
When shall my soul triumphant prove?
Why breaks not out the fire within,
In flames of joy, and praise, and love?
3 Jesus, to thee my soul aspires;
Jesus, to thee I plight my vows:
Keep me from earthly, base desires,
My God, my Saviour, and my spouse.

4 Fountain of all-sufficient bliss,

Thou art the good I seek below; Fulness of joy in thee there is; Without, 'tis misery all, and wo.

PENITENTIAL.

Gainsborough.] HYMN 73. C. M.

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Y God, my God, to thee I cry;
Thee only would I know;

Thy purifying blood apply,

And wash me white as snow.

2 Touch me, and make the leper clean,
Purge my iniquity:

Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
I have no part in thee.

3 But art thou not already mine?
Answer, if mine thou art!

Whisper within, thou Love divine,
And cheer my drooping heart.

4 Behold, for me the victim bleeds,
His wounds are open wide;

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For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
And speaks me justify'd.

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HYMN 74. L. M.

Y soul before thee prostrate lies,
To thee, her source, my spirit flies:
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free!

2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 And well I know thy tender love,
Thou never canst unfaithful prove :
And well I know thou stand'st by me,
Pleas'd from myself, to set me free.
4 Still will I watch, and labour still
To banish every thought of ill;
Till thou, in thy good time, appear,
And sav'st me from the fowler's snare.

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5 Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell;
God from a land of wars and pain,
Leads me where peace and safety reign.
6 One only care my soul shall know,
Father, all thy commands to do;
And feel what endless age shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.

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Bedford.] HYMN 75. C. M.

WHEN rising from the bed of death.

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

view my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear!

2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought,

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!

4 O may my broken, contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament,

And early, with repentant tears,
Eternal wo prevent!

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groan.
To give those sorrows weight!

6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,

Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

Alfreton.] HYMN 76. L. M.

1 H! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn heart away;
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine!
2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
O Lord, an adamant would melt:
But I can read each moving line,

And nothing moves this heart of mine. 4 Thy judgments too, unmov'd I hear, (Amazing thought!) which devils fear, Goodness and wrath in vain combine To stir this stupid heart of mine. 5 But something yet can do the deed; And that blest something much I need: Thy Spirit can from dross refine, And melt and change this heart of mine.

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Liberty.] HYMN 77. 6 lines 8's.
Wrestling Jacob.

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FIRST PART.

OME, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell thee who I am;
My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name,
Look on thy hands, and read it there: