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362 L. M. 1 JESUs, the sinner's Friend, to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee; Weary of earth, myself, and sin; Open Thine arms, and take me in
2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;
3 The mansion for Thyself prepare;
At last I own it cannot be
What shall I say Thy grace to move?
363 L. M. 1 WHERE witH, O God, shall I draw near, And bow myself before Thy face 2 How in Thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain Thy grace?
2 What have I, Lord, wherein to trust?
4 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled,
5 See where before Thy throne He stands,
And pours the all-prevailing prayer:
Points to His side, and lifts His hands,
6 He ever lives for me to pray;
364 C. P. M. 1 0 Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on Thee? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done And suffered once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
365 C. M.
1 THERE is a voice of sovereign grace
“Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
2 My soul obeys the Almighty call,
I would believe Thy promise, Lord,
3. To the dear fountain of Thy Blood,
4. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
366 S. M.
1 JESUs, my Lord, attend
Thy fallen creature's cry: -
And set me up on high :
And to Thy Father's grace restore,
2 Thy Blood and Righteousness
3 0 then, impute, impart
And let me taste how good Thou art, .
And justified by faith to live,
f C. Wesley. 1746.
367 C. M. 1 IF Thou impart Thyself to me, No other good I need : If Thou, the Son, shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed.
2 I know in Thee all fulness dwells,
3.68 C. M. 1 Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye; Thy promised aid I claim: Father of mercies, glorify Thy favorite Jesus' Name.
2 Salvation in that Name is found,
C. Wesley. 1740. 369 C. M.
1 0 what a narrow, narrow path
2 Thou, Lord, who art Thyself the Way, Who once didst feel our fears, And conquer in temptation's day, With groans and cries and tears, 3 Do Thou direct our feeble hearts To trust Thee for the whole; The work of grace, in all its parts, Accomplish in our soul. 4 The Holy Ghost within us breathe, Life, light, and power instil, And, through Thy gift of saving faith, Work in us all Thy will. From Joseph Hart. 1759. 370 C. M. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before His feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely prest, By wars without and fears within, I come to Thee for rest. 4 Be Thou my Shield and Hiding-place, That, sheltered near Thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell Him, Thou hast died. 5 0 wondrous Love, to bleed and die, To bear the Cross and shame, That guilty sinners such as I Might plead Thy gracious Namse John Newton. 1779.