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3 I hop'd that in some favor'd hour,
At once he'd answer my request;
And by his love's restraining pow'r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
4 Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry pow'rs of hell
Assault my soul in ev'ry part.

5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my wo;

Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my hopes, and laid me low. 6 "Lord, why is this," I trembling cried, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?” ""Tis in this way," the Lord replied, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith: 7 "These inward trials I employ,

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From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may'st seek thy all in me.'
HYMN 245. C. M.

Elgin Chapel.

Backsliding and returning.

1 HOW far, alas, in sinful ways,
How far from God I've gone;
And now I mourn in painful lays-
Ah! Lord, what have I done!

2 To sin and Satan's bold

I was a willing prey;

mand,

He was not readier to command,
Than I was to obey.

3 Perchance the tempter left my heart
Yet still his work went on;
I acted o'er his dreadful part-
Ah! Lord, what have I done!
4 Saviour, Almighty and divine,
I've slighted all thy charms;
Restore me from this sad decline,
Nor thrust me from thy arms.

HYMN 246. C. M.

Wantage. Martyr's.

1 DEAR Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to my vows, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep.

2 Now let me be by grace restor❜d,
To me thy mercy shown;
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3 Almighty Prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,

Grant, through the greatness of thy love,
The humble, contrite heart.

4 Give, what I should have long implor'd, A taste of love unknown;

Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

5 Behold me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;

For life, and happiness, and love,
Smile in thy gracious eye.

6 Speak but the reconciling word;
Let mercy melt me down:

Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

HYMN 247. C. M.

Banger. Wantage.

Newton.

1 BLEST Saviour, by thy pow'rful word,
Once night was turn❜d to day;
And thy salvation joy restor❜d,
Which I had sinn'd away.

2 'Twas then I wonder'd and ador'd
To see thy grace divine;

I felt thy love, I prais'd the Lord,
Who made such blessings mine.

3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own
A wretch so vile as I?

May I not still approach thy throne,
And, Abba Father, cry?

4 Lord, speak that gracious word again, And cheer my drooping heart;

No voice but thine can sooth my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.

HYMN 248.

Beddome.

S. M.

Orange. Wirksworth.

Luke xix. 41.

1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep?
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from ev'ry eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept, that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:

In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

HYMN 249.

7s.

Madan's Col.

Finedon. Bloxham. St. John's,

Adieu to the vain world.

1 WORLD, adieu! thou real cheat;
Oft have thy deceitful charms
Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,
Foolish hopes and false alarms :
Now I see, as clear as day,
How thy follies pass away.
2 Vain, thy entertaining sights;
False, thy promises renew'd;
All the pomp of thy delights
Does but flatter and delude:
Thee I quit for heav'n above,
Object of the noblest love.

3 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys;
Since in thee alone I find
Solid and substantial joys:-
Joys that, never overpast,
Through eternity shall last.

HYMN 250.

C. M.

Wareham. Braintree.

Watts.

1 HOW false this earth in all its forms,
How big with flatt'ring lies!
We seek to catch her airy charms,
And straight the phantom dies.

2 There's nothing round these painted skies, Or on this earthly clod;

Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys,
Or lovely as thy God.

3 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love,
To feel his quick'ning grace:
And all the heav'n I hope above,
Is but to see his face.

4 No-'tis in vain to seek for bliss,
For bliss can ne'er be found,
Till we arrive where Jesus is,
And tread on heav'nly ground.

HYMN 251.

L. M.

Blendon. Armley. Moreton.

Watts.

1 DEAD be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark mine eyes and deaf mine ears.

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