4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, HYMN 88. C. M. Wantage. Standish. Watts. 1 OH, the sharp pangs of smarting pain My dear Redeemer bore; When knotty whips, and ragged thorns His sacred body tore! 2 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, Each of my crimes became a nail, 3 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head; Break, break, my heart, oh, burst mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. 4 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes, In undissembled wo. HYMN 89. L. M. Surry. Carthage. Steele. 1 THE Lord of life, the Saviour dies, For mortal crimes, a sacrifice: What love, what mercy, how divine! Jesus, and can I call thee mine?2 Be all my heart, and all my days Devoted to my Saviour's praise; And let my glad obedience prove, How much I owe, how much I love. 3 Let humble, penitential wo, With painful, pleasing anguish flow; And thy forgiving smiles impart Life, hope, and joy to every heart. HYMN 90. C. M. B. Walsal. Wantage. The Penitent. Luke vii. 36-50. 1 AS once the Saviour took his seat Attracted by his fame, And lowly bending at his feet, An humble suppliant came. 2 Asham'd to lift her streaming eyes 3 Oppress'd with sin and sorrow's weight, And sinking in despair, With tears she wash'd his sacred feet, And wip'd them with her hair. 4 "Depart in peace," the Saviour said, Thy sins are all forgiv'n!" The trembling sinner rais'd her head, HYMN 91. C. M. Bangor. Windsor. Stennett. 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet A guilty rebel lies; And upwards to the mercy-seat 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence; Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes, In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt. HYMN 92. L. M. Antworth. Surry. Darwent. Prayer of a Penitent. Ps. 6. 1 OH, that the Lord would hear my cry, 2 In all my frame, without, within, How long, my God, must I complain, 3 Oh, should I die depriv'd of thee! 4 Ye darling sins, that plague me so, He can be just, and sinners love. HYMN 93. L. M. Kingsbridge. Armley. Ps. li. 9-13. Merrick. 1 OH, turn, great Ruler of the skies, Turn from my sin thy searching eyes, Nor let th' offences of my hand, Within thy book recorded stand. 2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd, A conscience pure, a soul renew'd; Nor let me, wrapp'd in endless gloom, An outcast from thy presence roam. 3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart Once more his quick'ning aid impart; My mind from every fear release, And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace. 4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray, From me thy heavenly precepts learn, HYMN 94. C. M. Springfield. Clarendon. Coventry. 1 ALMIGHTY God of truth and love, In me thy power exert The mountain from my soul remove- 2 Do thou in mercy wake within, A sensibility to sin, A pain to feel it near. 3 Teach me the first approach to feel To catch the wand'rings of my will, 4 The filial awe, the contrite heart, That I from thee no more may part- Pleyel's. Epiphany. Pastoral Duet. 1 SOV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all, Hear, oh, hear my ardent cry, 2 Vilest of the sons of men, |