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HYMN 356. L. M.

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PARNELL.

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.

A sinner submitting to God.

1 WEA

EARY 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.

Of crimes already numberless,

Vain the attempt to swell the score

2 Were the black list before my sight, While I remember thou hast dy'd, "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.
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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION.

HYMN 359.

C. M.

STRONG.

Slain and reviving. Rom. vii. 9.

1 MOTE by the law, I'm justly slain;
Great God, behold my case;

Pity a sinner fill'd with pain,
Nor drive me from thy face.

2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul-
Thy justice, all in flames,

Gives sentence on this heart so foul,
So hard, so full of crimes.

3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel;
I fear, but don't relent,-
Perhaps of endless death the seal:
Oh, that I could repent!

4 My pray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile; My duties black with guilt

On such a wretch can mercy smile,
Tho' Jesus' blood was spilt?

5 Speechless I sink to endless night,
I see an op'ning hell;

But lo! what glory strikes my sight!
Such glory who can tell!

6 Enrapt in these bright beams of peace,
I feel a gracious God:

Swell, swell the note: Oh, tell his grace;
Sound his bigh praise abroad!

HYMN 360. 8, 7, 4.

The surrender.

ELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,

WELCOME,

Lord, I make a full surrender,
Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine,
Thine entirely,

Thro' eternal ages thine.

2 Known to all to be thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession,
When they find the Lord is near-
Shout, O Zion!

Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!

HYMN 361. L. M.

LIVINGSTONE.

Conviction and conversion. Ps. cvii. 17-20.

THE sinner's flatt'ring dreams are fled, hovers o'er his head;

And conscience throws her darts around,
And poison rankles in each wound.
2 Despair and death his heart assail,
And all his hopes of comfort fail;
Till, deeply humbled in the dust,
He owns his punishment is just.

3 Then Penitence beside him stands,
With brow severe, but healing hands;
The wounds she probes, the balm applies,
To heav'n directs the mourner's sighs.

4 To heav'n his streaming eyes he rears,
And Mercy's radiant form appears;
She whispers peace and hope within,
His sorrows cease-his joys begin.

HYMN 362.

C. M.

HOSKINS.

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The Jailor. Acts xvi. 30, 31.

WHAT

WHAT must I do," the jailor cries, "To save my sinking soul?” "Believe in Christ," the word replies, "Thy faith shall make thee whole."

2 Our works are all the works of sin,
Our nature quite deprav'd:
Jesus alone can make us clean;-
By grace are sinners sav'd.

3 Come, sinners, then, the Saviour trust,
To wash you in his blood;

To change your hearts, subdue your lust,
And bring you home to God.

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HYMN. 363.

C. M.

NEWTON.

Luke xi. 21, 22.

Heart taken.

THE

THE castle of the human heart,
Strong in its native sin,

Is guarded well in every part,
By him who dwells within.

2 For Satan there in arms resides,
And calls the place his own;