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Long-suffering, merciful, and kind,
The God who always bears in mind

His everlasting word.
7 Plenteous He is in truth and grace;
He wills that all the fallen race

Should turn, repent, and live;
His pardoning grace for all is free;
Transgression, sin, iniquity,

He freely doth forgive.
8 Mercy He doth for thousands keep;"
He goes and seeks the one lost sheep,

And brings His wanderer home;
And every soul that sheep might be :
Come then, my Lord, and gather me,

My Jesus, quickly come.
9 (Take me into Thy people's rest;
O come, and with my sole request,

My one desire, comply :
Make me partaker of my hope ;
Then bid me get me quickly up,

And on Thy bosom die.) 537 (80) a. L.M. ; CENNICK. 1743.

ESUS, my All, to heaven is gone,
J He whom I fix my hopes upon :
His track I see, and I'll pursue

The narrow way, till Him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went

The road that leads from banishment-
The King's highway of holiness-

I'll go ; for all His paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought,

And mourn'd because I found it not:
My grief, my burden long have been,

Because I could not cease from sin.
4 The more I strove against its power,

I sinned and stumbled but the more ;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
“ Come hither, soul, I am the Way


5 Lo! glad I come; and, Thou, blest Lamb!

Shalt take me to Thee as I am :
Nothing but sin to Thee I give;

Nothing but love shall I receive.
6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say—"Behold the Way to God !”

4-85 & 2-6s. C. WESLEY. 1749. STILL, Lord, I languish for Thy grace,

Reveal the beauties of Thy face,

The middle wall remove :
Appear, and banish my complaint;
Come, and supply my only want,

Fill all my soul with love!
2 0 ! 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. .
3 To Thee I lift my mournful eye:
Why am I thus ?-0, tell me why

I cannot love my God ?
The hindrance 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 :
Come, then, my Lord, Thy right assert,
Take to Thyself my ransomed heart,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.

4-85 & 2-6s. C. Wesley. 1749.
JESUS, let me bless Thy name!
All sin, alas ! Thou know'st I am,
But Thou all pity art :

3 To Tham I thus ve my God in me;

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Turn into flesh my heart of stone,
Such power belongs to Thee alone;

Turn into flesh my heart.
2 A poor, unloving wretch, to Thee
For help against myself I flee!

Thou only canst remove
The hindrances out of the way,
And soften my unyielding clay,

And mould it into love.
3 O let Thy Spirit shed abroad
The love, the perfect love of God,

In this cold heart of mine :
O might He now descend, and rest,
And dwell for ever in my breast,

And make it all divine.
4 What shall I do my suit to gain ?
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain,

I plead what Thou hast done!
Didst Thou not die the death for me?
Jesus, remember Calvary,

And break my heart of stone,
5 Take the dear purchase of Thy blood,
My Friend and Advocate with God,

My Ransom and my Peace;
Surety, who all my debt hast paid,
For all my sins atonement made,

The Lord my Righteousness. 540 (453) 4-85 & 2-6s. O. WESLEY, 1746.

LOVE Divine, how sweet Thou art !
U When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by Thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming Love,

The love of Christ to me!
2 Stronger His love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable :

The first-born sons of light

Desire in vain its depths to see ;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height. 3 God only knows the love of God : O that it now were shed abroad

In this poor stony heart !
For love I sigh, for love I pine :
This only portion, Lord, be mine,

Be mine this better part !
4 O that I could for ever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet !

Be this my happy choice : My only care, delight, and bliss, y joy, my heaven on earth, be this,

To hear the Bridegroom's voice i 5 O that I could with favoured John, Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast;
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee

My everlasting rest.

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L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1747. TATHER of Jesus Christ, the Just,

T My Friend and Advocate with Thee,
Pity a soul that fain would trust

In Him who lov'd and died for me :
But only Thou canst make Him known,

And in my heart reveal Thy Son. 2 If, drawn by Thine alluring grace,

My want of living faith I feel,
Show me in Christ Thy smiling face;

What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal,
Thy co-eternal Son, display,

And call my darkness into day. 3 The gift unspeakable impart ;

Command the light of faith to shine ;

To shine in my dark drooping heart,

And fill me with the life divine :
Now bid the new creation be;

O God, let there be faith in me! 542

C.M. C. Wesley. 1747. MHOU hidden God, for whom I groan,

1 Till Thou Thyself declare,
God inaccessible, unknown;

Regard a sinner's prayer !
2 A sinner weltering in his blood,

Unpurged and unforgiven ;
Far distant from the living God,

As far as hell from heaven.
3 An unregenerate child of man,

On Thee for faith I call;
Pity Thy fallen creature's pain,

And raise me from my fall.
4 The darkness, which through Thee I feel,

Thou only canst remove;
Thy own eternal power reveal,

Thy Deity of Love.
5 Thou hast in unbelief shut up,

That grace may let me go;
In hope believing against hope,

I wait the truth to know."
6. Thou wilt in me reveal Thy name,

Thou wilt Thy light afford :
Bound and oppressed, yet Thine I am,

The prisoner of the Lord.
7 I would not to Thy foé submit,

But hate the tyrant's chain ;
Send forth the prisoner from the pit,

Nor let me cry in vain !
8 Show me the blood that bought my peace,

The covenant blood apply,
And all my griefs at once shall cease,

And all my sins shall die.

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