4 Show me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith,

Let me die thy people's death.

HYMN 352. C. M.

Windsor. Standish.

Newton.

Prayer for spiritual healing.

1 THOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint; But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint That worst distemper--sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my soul is spread; And all th' affections of my heart By sin are captive led.

4 A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.

5 Thou great Physician, hear my cry,
And set my spirit free;

Let not a trembling sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee.

HYMN 353.

C. M.

York. Walsal.

Cowper.

1 HEAL us, Immanuel, here we stand, Waiting to feel thy touch;

To wounded souls stretch forth thy hand, Blest Saviour, we are such.

2 Remember him who once applied, With trembling for relief;

"Lord, I believe," with tears, he cried, 'Oh, help my unbelief."

3 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole,

Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."

4 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, To touch thee if we may;

Oh, send us not despairing home,
Send none unheal'd away.

HYMN 354.

C. M.

Bangor. Wantage

Brown.

Sinners pleading for mercy.

1 LORD, at thy feet we sinners lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favor we implore.

2 Without thy grace, we sink opprest
Down to the gates of hell;

Oh, give our troubled spirit rest,
Our gloomy fears dispel.

3 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore;
Oh, may thy bowels move:
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.

4 In mercy now, for Jesus' sake,
Our many sins forgive;

Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
And breaking soon relieve.

5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,
And thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne.

HYMN 355.

8,7.

Sicilian Hymn. Love Divine.

Turner.

1 JESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Let me know thy great salvation,
See, I languish, faint, and die.
2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting
Send, O send me quick relief!
3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

4 Sav'd-the deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above; Angels sing the pleasing story,

All enraptur'd with thy love.

HYMN 356. L. M.

Brunswick. Putney.

Parnell.

1 WITH kind compassion hear my cry,
O Jesus, Lord of life, on high!
And on thy servant's drooping head,
The dews of blessing sweetly shed.
2 Change all my sad complaints to ease,
To cheerful notes of endless praise;
A sense of pard'ning favor give,
And raise my mind and bid me live.
3 My fears of danger while I breathe,
My dread of endless hell beneath,
My sense of sorrow for my sin,
To springing comfort change within.
4 Be not to me a Judge severe,
For so thy presence who can bear?
But Oh, regard my mournful cry,
And look with mercy's gracious eye.
5 Then grant, O Lord, that I may burn
To make my Saviour some return;
And be my heart inspir'd to rise,
On wings of love to yonder skies.

HYMN 357. L. M.

Armley. Surry.

A sinner submitting to God.

1 WEARY of struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst this sinful chain,
At length I give the contest o'er,
And seek to free myself no more.

2 From my own works at last I cease-
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,
Unless thy sov'reign grace I share.

3 Lord, I despair myself to heal ;
I see my sin but do not feel;
Nor shall I till thy Spirit blow,
And bid th' obedient waters flow;

4 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give,
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign,-
To draw, redeem, and seal is thine.

HYMN 358.

L. M.

Cruttenden.

Kingsbridge. Darwent,

1 I OWN my guilt, my sins confess; Can men or devils make them more? Of crimes already numberless,

Vain the attempt to swell the score.

2 Were the black list before my sight,
While I remember thou hast died,
"Twill only urge my speedier flight,
To seek salvation at thy side.

3 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down,
To thee reveal my guilt and fear,
And, if thou spurn me from thy throne
I'll be the first who perish'd there.