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Oft abus’d thee to thy face,
3 Justly might thy vengeful dart
4 But with thee there's mercy found, Balm to heal my every wound; Sooth, oh, sooth the troubled breast, Give the weary wanderer rest.
HYMN 96. S. M.
1 LORD, help me to repent-
2 A heart with grief oppress'd, For having griev'd thy love; A troubled heart that cannot rest, Till cleansed from above.
.3 Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire; With true sincerity of wo, My aching breast inspire; 4 With soft'ning pity look, And melt my hardness down; Strike, with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of "#".
* 97, 98. PENITENTIAL.
| HYMN 97. L. M. Hillhouse. Surry. Darwent. Warwick.
1 TREMBLING before thine awful throne,
2 The Saviour smiles! upon my soul
3 Earth has a joy unknown in heaven-
HMYN 98. L. M.
I FRIEND of the friendless and the faint!
2 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
3 That were a grief I could not bear,
PENITENTIAL. 99, 100.
HYMN 99. L. M. Surry. Kingsbridge. Carthage. I WITH conscious guilt and bleeding heart, Near to thy throne of grace I fly; O! friend of friendless sinners, deign To hear my penitential cry.
2 My first, my only cry shall be,
HYMN 100. L. M.
2 The stone to flesh do thou convert;
And all my guilt and sin remove;
Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart,
3 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now; Fill all my soul with filial fears: To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow. 4 O, give me, Lord, the tender heart, . hat trembles at th' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart; ... . mplant and root it deep wi' 6
HYMN 101. L. P. M. Raffles. arlington. Eaton.
H 1 FATHER of mercies, God of love. Oh, hear an humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above, Thy throne of glorious majesty: Oh, deign to listen to my voice, And bid this drooping heart rejoice. 2 I urge no merits of my own, For I, alas, am all that's vile; No—when I bow before thy throne, Dare to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, That dearest, sweetest name to me! 3 Within this heart of mine, I feel The weight of sin's oppressive load: Oh, help ! or else I sink to hell, Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God! Entomb'd within that dread abyss, And exil'd from the realms of bliss! 4 But ah! the thought alone is hell— That prospect drives me to despair; For who can 'mid those horrors dwell? Or who those dreadful torments bea Where not a ray of hope appears, Or beam of joy the bosom cheers! 5 Yet, mighty God! thy powerful arm Can snatch me from that dread abode; Can shield me from th’ impending harm, And ease me of my heavy load: One pard’ning word can make me whole And ": the anguish of my soul! 2
5 Father of Mercies, God of Love Then hear ' humble suppliant's cry Bend from thy lofty seat above, '' throne of glorious majesty: Oh ! listen to a sufferer's voice, Then shall this bleeding heart rejoice !
HYMN 102. C. M. Medley.
2 In heaven the rapt’rous song began,
3 Swift, through the vast expanse, it flew,
4 Down through the portals of the sky