ide of my youth hast Thou not been,
1 rescued me from passion's power?
a thousand times preserved from sin,
r let the greedy grave devour?
i wilt Thou now Thy wrath retain,
r ever love Thy child again?

! canst Thou find it in Thy heart
give me up, so long pursued!
I canst Thou finally depart,
d leave Thy creature in his blood!
ave me,-out of Thy presence cast,
perish in my sins at last!

Thou hast willed me to return,
weeping at Thy feet I fall,
e prodigal Thou wilt not spurn,
t pity, and forgive me all,
answer to my Friend above,
honour of His bleeding love!

THOU

1 THOU 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 abhorred 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 woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire!

I tremble lest the wrath Divine,
Which bruises now my sinful soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine
Long as eternal ages roll.

5 To Thee my last distress I bring;
The heightened fear of death I find:
The tyrant, brandishing his sting,
Appears, and hell is close behind!

6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from Thee!
O save, and give me to Thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me!

C. WESLEY.

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WILL hearken what the Lord
Will say concerning me!

Hast Thou not a gracious word
For one who waits on Thee?
Speak it to my soul, that I

May in Thee have peace and power;
Never from my Saviour fly,

And never grieve Thee more.

2 How have I Thy Spirit grieved,
Since first with me He strove!
Obstinately disbelieved,

And trampled on Thy love!
I have sinned against the light;
I have broke from Thy embrace!
No, I would not, when I might,
Be freely saved by grace.

3 After all that I have done
To drive Thee from my heart,
Still Thou wilt not leave Thine own,
Thou wilt not yet depart;
Wilt not give the sinner o'er;
Ready art Thou now to save;
Bidst me come, as heretofore,

That I Thy life may have.

4 O Thou meek and gentle Lamb! Fury is not in Thee; Thou continuest the same,

And still Thy grace is free; Still Thine arms are open wide, Wretched sinners to receive; Thou hast once for sinners died, That all may turn and live.

5 Lo! I take Thee at Thy word;
My foolishness I mourn;
Unto Thee, my bleeding Lord,
However late, I turn:
Yes, I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to Thy speaking blood,
Me, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God!

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MY 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 Tell me again, my peace is made,
And bid the sinner live:

The debt's discharged, the ransom's paid,
My Father must forgive.

5 Behold, for me the Victim bleeds,

His wounds are opened wide:

For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
And speaks me justified.

60 why did I my Saviour leave,

So soon unfaithful prove!
How could I Thy good Spirit grieve,
And sin against Thy love!

7 I forced Thee first to disappear;
I turned Thy face aside:

Ah, Lord! if Thou hadst still been here,
Thy servant had not died.

8 But O, how soon Thy wrath is o'er,
And pardoning love takes place!
Assist me, Saviour, to adore
The riches of Thy grace.

9 O could I lose myself in Thee,
Thy depth of mercy prove,
Thou vast, unfathomable sea

Of unexhausted love!

10 My humbled soul, when Thou art near,

In dust and ashes lies:

How shall a sinful worm appear,

Or meet Thy purer eyes?

11 I loathe myself, when God I see, And into nothing fall;

Content, if Thou exalted be,

And Christ be All in Al.

O confirm the gracious word,

Jesus, Son of God and Man! Let me never grieve Thee, Lord, Never turn to sin again:

4 Till my all in all Thou art,
Till Thou bring Thy nature in.
Keep this feeble, trembling heart!
Save me, save me, Lord, from sin

C. WESLEY.

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TEARY of wandering from my G

I hear, and bow me to the rod;
For Thee, not without hope, I mourn
I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of Love. 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek Thy face, Open Thine arms, and take me in: And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me ba My fallen spirit to restore;

OI for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more,
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer
4 The stone to flesh again convert:
The veil of sin again remove:
Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart,
And melt it by Thy dying love!
This rebel heart by love subdue,
And make it soft, and make it new.

5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears,
And kindle my relentings now;
Fill all my soul with filial fears;
To Thy sweet yoke my spirit bow;
Bend by Thy grace, O bend, or break,
The iron sinew in my neck!

6 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart,
That trembles at the approach of sin
A godly fear of sin impart;
Implant, and root it deep within;
That I may dread Thy gracious power
And never dare to' offend Thee more.

ve me, Lord, a holy fear, And fix it in my heart; at I may from evil near With timely care depart: n be more than hell abhorred, Thou destroy the tyrant foe, eep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go.

ever let me leave Thy breast, From Thee, my Saviour, stray; hou art my Support and Rest, My true and living Way; y exceeding great Reward, heaven above, and earth below; eep me, keep me, gracious Lord, And never let me go.

FORD, and is Thine anger gone?
And art Thou pacified ?

fter all that I have done,
Dost Thou no longer chide?
nfinite Thy mercies are,

neath the weight I cannot move,
)! 'tis more than I can bear,
The sense of pardoning love.

Let it still my heart constrain,
And all my passions sway;
Keep me, lest I turn again
Out of the narrow way:
force my violence to be still,
d captivate my every thought;

Charm, and melt, and change my will,
And bring me down to nought.

If I have begun once more
Thy sweet return to feel,
If e'en now I find Thy power
Present my soul to heal,-
Still and quiet may I lie,

or struggle out of Thine embrace;
Never more resist or fly

From Thy pursuing grace.

To the cross, Thine altar, bind
Me with the cords of love;
Freedom let me never find

From Thee, my Lord, to move:
That I never, never more,

ay with my much-loved Master part,
To the posts of mercy's door
O nail my willing heart!

See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
O preserve in perfect peace,
And seal me for Thine own:
More and more Thyself reveal,
by presence let me always find:
Comfort, and confirm, and heal
My feeble, sin-sick mind.
As the apple of an eye
Thy weakest servant keep;
Help me at Thy feet to lie,
And there for ever weep;
Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow,
hat I have any hope of heaven;
Much of love I ought to know,
For I have much forgiven.

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585

TOW I have found the ground, wherein
Sure my soul's anchor may remain:
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world's foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.

2 Father, Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far:
Thy heart still melts with tenderness;
Thy arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste, and live.
3 0 Love! Thou bottomless abyss!
My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness,
Nor spot of guilt remains on me,
While Jesu's blood, through earth and
skies,

Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries!

4 With faith I plunge me in this sea;
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest!
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,
I look into my Saviour's breast;
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that's written there.

5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone,

Though joys be withered all, and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn,
On this my steadfast soul relies,
Father! Thy mercy never dies.

6 Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away;
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love."

J. WESLEY.

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From the German of COUNT 586

ZINZENDORF.

JESUS, Thy Blood and Righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

8 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, e'en me to' atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.

4 Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy-seat of God,
For ever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed.

5 Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.

6 When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then, this shall be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.

7 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,
Thus all heaven's armies bought with
blood,

Saviour of sinners Thee proclaim!
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

8 Jesus, be endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me,
For me, and all Thy hands have made,
An everlasting ransom paid.

9 Ah! give to all Thy servants, Lord,
With power to speak Thy quick'ning
word;

That all, who to Thy wounds will flee,
May find eternal life in Thee.

10 Thou God of power, Thou God of love,
Let the whole world Thy mercy prove!
Now let Thy word o'er all prevail;
Now take the spoils of death and hell.

2 Oft I in my heart have said,
Who to the deep shall stoop,
Sink with Christ among the dead,
From thence to bring Him up?
Could I but my heart prepare,
By unfeigned humility,
Christ would quickly enter there,
And ever dwell with me.

3 But the righteousness of faith
Hath taught me better things:
"Inward turn Thine eyes," it saith
(While Christ to me it brings,)
"Christ is ready to impart
Life to all, for life who sigh:
In thy mouth, and in thy heart,
The word is ever nigh."

C. WESLEY.

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THEE, O my God and King,

My Father, Thee I sing

Hear, well-pleased, the joyous sound,

Praise from earth and heaven receive;

Lost-I now in Christ am found,

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FT I in my heart have said,
Who shall ascend on high,

Mount to Christ, my glorious Head,
And bring Him from the sky?
Borne on contemplation's wing,
Surely I shall find Him there,
Where the angels praise their King,
And gain the Morning Star.
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FILIAL Deity,

Accept my new-born cry;
See the travail of Thy soul,
Saviour, and be satisfied;
Take me now, possess me whole,
Who for me, for me, hast died!

Of life Thou art the Tree;
My immortality!

Feed this tender branch of Thine,
Ceaseless influence derive:

Thou the true, the heavenly Vine,
Grafted into Thee I live.

Of life the Fountain Thou,
I know,-I feel it now!

Faint and dead no more I droop;

Thou art in me; Thy supplies,

Every moment springing up,
Into life eternal rise.

Thou the good Shepherd art,
From Thee I ne'er shall part:
Thou my Keeper and my Guide,
Make me still Thy tender care;
Gently lead me by Thy side,
Sweetly in Thy bosom bear.
Thou art my daily Bread,
O Christ, Thou art my Head!
Motion, virtue, strength, to me,
Me Thy living member, flow:
Nourished I, and fed, by Thee,
Up to Thee in all things grow.

Prophet, to me reveal
Thy Father's perfect will:
Never mortal spake like Thee,

Human prophet like Divine;

Loud and strong their voices be,

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Small, and still, and inward Thine!

On Thee, my Priest, I call,

Thy blood atoned for all:

Still the Lamb as slain appears,

Still Thou stand'st before the throne, Ever offering up my prayers, These presenting with Thine own.

Jesus, Thou art my King,

From Thee my strength I bring: Shadowed by Thy mighty hand, Saviour, who shall pluck me thence?) Faith supports; by faith I stand, Strong in Thy omnipotence.

C. WESLEY.

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HAPPY soul, who sees the day,
The glad day of gospel grace!
Thee, my Lord, (thou then wilt say,)
Thee will I for ever praise;
Though Thy wrath against me burned,
Thou dost comfort me again;
All Thy wrath aside is turned,

Thou hast blotted out my sin. 2 Me, behold! Thy mercy spares; Jesus my salvation is;

Hence my doubts; away my fears;
Jesus is become my peace:
JAH, JEHOVAH, is my Lord,
Ever merciful and just;
I will lean upon His word;

I will on His promise trust.
3 Strong I am, for He is strong;
Just in righteousness divine:
He is my triumphal song;

All He has, and is, is mine;
Mine-and yours, whoe'er believe;
On His Name whoe'er shall call,
Freely shall His grace receive;
He is full of grace for all.

4 Therefore shall ye draw with Joy
Water from Salvation's well;
Praise shall your glad tongues employ
While His streaming grace ye feel.
Each to each, ye then shall say,
"Sinners, call upon His Name;
O rejoice to see His day;

See it, and His praise proclaim!" 5 Glory to His Name belongs,

Great, and marvellous, and high:
Sing unto the Lord your songs,
Cry, to every nation, cry!
Wondrous things the Lord hath done,
Excellent His Name we find;
This to all mankind is known,
Be it known to all mankind!

6 Sion, shout thy Lord and King,
Israel's HOLY ONE is He!
Give Him thanks, rejoice, and sing,
Great is He, and dwells in thee.
O the grace unsearchable !
While eternal ages roll,
God delights in man to dwell,
Soul of each believing soul!