3 If I attempt to pray,

And raise my soul on high,

My thoughts are hurried fast away,
For sin is ever nigh.

4 If in thy word I look,

Such darkness fills my mind,
I only read a sealed book,
And no relief can find.

5 Thy gospel oft I hear,

But hear it still in vain;
Without desire, or love, or fear,
Harden'd I still remain.

6 And must I then indeed

Sink in despair and die?

Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed
For such a wretch as I.

7 That blood which thou hast spilt,
That grace which is thine own;
Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
And soften hearts of stone.

8 Low at thy feet I bow,

O pity and forgive!

Here will I lie and wait till thou

Shalt bid me rise and live.

CXCVIII. C. M. NEW SELEC.

Remember me.

1 JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend,
As such I look to thee;

Now in the bowels of thy love,
O Lord remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary ;

Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

Thou wondrous advocate with God,
I yield myself to thee,

While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord, remember me.

4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile,
Yet thy salvation's free ;
Then in thy all abounding grace,
Dear Lord, remember me.

5 Howe'er forsaken or distrest,
Howe'er oppress'd I be,
Howe'er afflicted here on earth,
Do thou remember me.

6 And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer, God,
I pray remember me.

BE

CXCIX. L. M. NEW SELEC.

Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xij. 2. EHOLD a sinner, gracious Lord, Whose soul encourag'd by thy word, At mercy's footstool would remain, And there would look and look again. 2 How oft, deceiv'd by self and pride, Has my vile heart been turn'd aside; And Jonah like has fled from thee Till thou hast look'd again on me. 3 Ah! bring a wretched wanderer home, And to thy footstool let me come, And tell thee all my grief and pain, And wait and look, and look again.

4 Take courage then, my trembling souf,
One look from Christ will make thee whole;
Trust thou in him, 'tis not in vain,
But wait and look, and look again

CC. S. M. NEWTON.

The pool of Bethesda. John v.

BESIDE the gospel pool

Appointed for the poor;

2-9.

From time to time my helpless sou?
Has waited for a cure.

2 How often have I seen

The healing waters move;
And others round me, stepping in,
Their efficacy prove.

3 But my complaints remain,
I feel the very same;
As full of guilt, and fear, and pain,
As when at first I came.

4 How often have I thought,
Why should I longer lie?

Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I.

5 But whither can I go ?

There is no other pool

Where streams of sovereign virtue flow
To make a sinner whole.

6 Here then, from day to day,

I'll wait, and hope, and try
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?

7 No: he is full of grace;

He never will permit

A soul, that fain would see his face,
To perish at his feet

CCI. C. M. NEWTON.

The effort

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers pray'r;
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 burthen'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely prest;

By war without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place!
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, “Jesus dy'd,"
5 Oh wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.
6 "Poor tempest-tossed soul be still,
"My promis'd grace receive;"
"Tis Jesus speaks-I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.

1

CCII. S. M. SONGS IN THE NIGHT.
The law is spiritual. Rom. vii. 14.
HE law of God is just,

THE

A strict and holy way;

And he that would escape the curse
Must all the law obey.

2 Not one vain thought must rise,
Not one unclean desire;

He must be holy,'just, and wise,
Who keeps the law entire.

3 If in one point he fail

In thought, or word, or deed,
The curses of the law prevail,
And rest upon his head.
4 Now let me bring my heart,
And with the law compare,
And ask,-if I in ev'ry part
Have paid obedience there?
5 I tremble and retreat;

Behold, O God!—I'm vile :
Guilty, I fall before thy feet,
And own my nature's soil.

6 Lord! I've transgress'd thy law:
I now lament my sin :-
Still I offend in all I do,

I'm carnal and unclean.

7 And does the curse still rest
Upon my guilty head?—
No:-Jesus,-let his name be blest!-
Hath borne it in my stead.

8 He hath fulfill'd the law,

Obtain'd my peace with God;

Hence doth my soul her comforts draw, And leave her heavy load.

THE BELIEVER.

DEVOTING HIMSELF TO GOD.

CCIII. S. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Devoting himself to God. Rom. xii. 1.

AND-will the eternal King

So mean a gift regard?