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2 Didst Thou ever see a soul

More in need of help than mine?
Then refuse to make me whole;

Then withhold the balm divine:
But, if I do want Thee most,
Come, and seek, and save the lost.
3 Haste, O haste, to my relief,
From the iron furnace take,
Rid me of my sin and grief,
For Thy love and mercy's sake:
Set my heart at liberty,

Show forth all Thy power in me.
4 Me, the vilest of the race,

Most unholy, most unclean;
Me, the farthest from Thy face,
Full of misery and sin;
Me with arms of love receive,
Me, of sinners chief, forgive.
5 Jesus, on Thine only name
For salvation I depend!
In Thy gracious hands I am,
Save me, save me, to the end;
Let the utmost grace be given,
Save me quite from hell to heaven.

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C. WESLEY. 1749.

NOD is in this, in every place;

GOD

Yet Oh! 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 take away the 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 Now, Jesus, now, the Father's love
Shed in my heart abroad;

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The middle wall of sin remove,
And let me into God.

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ATHER, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;

If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I

go ?

2 What did Thy only Son endure
Before I drew my breath;
What pain, what labour, to secure
My soul from endless death!

3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy power;
Now all my wants Thou would'st relieve
In this, the' accepted hour.

4 Author of faith, to Thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes :

O let me now receive that gift!
My soul, without it, dies.

5 Surely, Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live!
For here I will unwearied lie,
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see Thy face;

Now let me hear Thy quickening voice,
And taste Thy pardoning grace!

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UTHOR of faith, to Thee I cry,
To Thee, who would'st not have me die,
But know the truth and live:

Open mine eyes to see Thy face,
Work in my heart the saving grace,
The life eternal give.

2 Shut up in unbelief I groan,
And blindly serve a God unknown,
Till Thou the veil remove,

The gift unspeakable impart,
And write Thy name upon my heart,
And manifest Thy love.

3 I know the work is only Thine,
The gift of faith is all divine;
But, if on Thee we call,

Thou wilt the benefit bestow,
And give us hearts to feel and know
That Thou hast died for all.

4 Thou bidst us knock and enter in,
Come unto Thee, and rest from sin,
The blessing seek and find:
Thou bidst us ask Thy grace, and have;
Thou canst, Thou would'st, this moment save
Both me, and all mankind.
5 Be it according to Thy word!
Now let me find my pardoning Lord;
Let what I ask be given;

The bar of unbelief remove,

Open the door of faith and love,
And take me into heaven!

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XPAND Thy wings, celestial Dove,
And, brooding o'er my nature's night,
Call forth the ray of heavenly love;
Let there in my dark soul be light;
And fill the' illustrated abyss

With glorious beams of endless bliss. 2 "Let there be light," again command,

And light there in our hearts shall be;
We then through faith shall understand
Thy great mysterious Majesty ;

And, by the shining of Thy grace, Behold in Christ Thy glorious face. 3 Father of everlasting grace,

Be mindful of Thy changeless word;
We worship toward that Holy Place,

In which Thou dost Thy name record,
Dost make Thy gracious nature known,
That living Temple of Thy Son.
4 Thou dost with sweet complacence see
That Temple fill'd with light Divine ;
And art Thou not well-pleased with me,
Who, turning to that heavenly Shrine,
Through Jesus to Thy throne apply,
Through Jesus for acceptance cry?
5 With all who for redemption groan,
Father, in Jesu's name I pray !
And still we cry and wrestle on
Till mercy take our sins away:
Hear from Thy dwelling-place in heaven,
And now pronounce our sins forgiven.

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COMFORT, ye ministers of grace,

Comfort my people, saith your God!
Ye soon shall see His smiling face,
His golden sceptre, not His rod ;
And own, when now the cloud's removed,
He only chastened whom He loved.
2 Who sow in tears, in joy shall reap;

The Lord shall comfort all that mourn;
Who now go on their way and weep,
With joy they doubtless shall return,
And bring their sheaves with vast increase,
And have their fruit to holiness.

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C. WESLEY. 1767.
THOU who hast our sorrows borne,

Help us to look on Thee and mourn,—
On Thee whom we have slain;

Have pierced a thousand, thousand times,
And by reiterated crimes
Renewed Thy mortal pain.

2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see
The Man transfixed on Calvary,

To know Thee, who Thou art,
The One Eternal God and True!
And let the sight affect, subdue,

And break my stubborn heart. 3 Lover of souls, to rescue mine, Reveal the charity divine,

That suffered in my stead;
That made Thy soul a sacrifice,
And quenched in death those flaming eyes,
And bowed that sacred head.

4 The veil of unbelief remove,
And by Thy manifested love,

And by Thy sprinkled blood,
Destroy the love of sin in me,
And get Thyself the victory,

And bring me back to God.

5 Now by Thy dying love constrain
My soul to love its God again,
Its God to glorify:

And, lo! I come Thy cross to share,
Echo Thy sacrificial prayer,

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And with my Saviour die!

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ET the redeemed give thanks and praise.
To a forgiving God!

My feeble voice I cannot raise,
Till washed in Jesu's blood:

2 Till, at Thy coming from above,
My mountain-sins depart,
And fear gives place to filial love,
And peace o'erflows my heart.

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