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Almighty to rescue thou art;

Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r; Come, succor and gladden my heart, Let this be the day of thy pow'r.

HYMN 242. L. M.

Forsaken, yet hoping.

1HAPPY

WATTS.

APPY the hours, the golden days, When I could call my Jesus mine; And sit, and view his smiling face, And melt in pleasures all divine.

2 Near to my heart, within my arms He lay, till sin defil'd my breast: Till broken vows, and earthly charms, Tir'd and provok'd my heav'nly guest. 3 But now he's gone, (O mighty wo!)

Gone from my scul, and hides his love! I hate the sins that griev'd him so; The sins that forc'd him to remove.

HYMN 243. C. M.

NEWTON.

O that I were as in months past. Job. xxix. 2.

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SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood

Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
His praises tun'd my tongue;

And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.

3 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
I call'd each promise mine.

4 But now when ev'ning shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns;

And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns.

5 My pray'rs are now an empty noise,
For Jesus hides his face;

I read the promise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.

6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail,
And make my soul thy care;
I know thy mercy cannot fail-
Let me that mercy share.

זי

HYMN 244 L. M.

NEWTON.

Prayer answered by crosses.

ASK'D the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace ; Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust, has answer'd pray'r ; But it has been in such a way,

As almost drove me to despair.

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 Í schem'd, Blasted my hopes, and laid me low. 6"Lord, why is this," I trembling cry'd, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ?" ""Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith: "These inward trials I employ, From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me.'

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1HOW

HYMN 245. C. M.

Backsliding and returning,, OW far, alas, in sinful ways, How far from God I've gone And now I mourn in painful laysAh! Lord, what have I done!

2 To sin and Satan's bold demand, I was a willing prey;

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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.

'D'

HYMN 246. C. M.

EAR 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, thro' 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.

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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.

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'B'

NEWTON.

LEST 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 soothe my pair, Or bid my fears depart.

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