3 Qh, should I die depriv'd of thee!
What being else can succour me?
Thy frowns would rend my soul in death,
And sink it to the depths beneath.

4 Ye darling sins, that plague me so,
The greatest enemies I know,
Depart-for God hath heard my pray'r,
And will not let me long despair.

5 No;-I shall yet his goodness bless;
And when this transient life shall pass,
Then, full of glory, I shall prove

He can be just, and sinners love.

HYMN 93.

L. M.

Ps. li. 9-13.

MERRICK.

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, wrapt 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,
And,humbled, to their God return.

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HYMN 94. C. M.

LMIGHTY God of truth and love,
In me thy power exert—

The mountain from my soul remove-
The hardness from my heart.

2 Do thou in mercy wake within,
A jealous, godly fear,
A sensibility to sin,

A pain to feel it near.

3 Teach me the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wand'rings of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

4 The filial awe, the contrite heart,
The tender conscience give;
That I from thee no more may part-
No more thy goodness grieve.

HYMN 95. 7s.

OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all,

1S Prostrate at thy feet I fall:

Hear, oh, hear my ardent cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die.

2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Worst of rebels I have been!

Oft abus'd thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace!
3 Justly might thy vengeful dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might thy kindled ire
Blast me in eternal fire.

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.

1ORD, help me to repentWith sin for ever part; And to thy gracious eye present An humble,contrite heart

2 A heart with grief opprest, 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 stone.

HYMN 97.

1TRE

L. M. HILLHOUSE.

TREMBLING before thine awful throne, O Lord, in dust, my sins I own: Justice and Mercy for my life

Contend!-Oh, smile and heal the strife. 2 The Saviour smiles! upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous rollHis voice proclaims my pardon foundSeraphic transport wings the sound. 3 Earth has a joy unknown in heavenThe new-born joy of sin forgiven! Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels! never dimm'd your sight.—

HYMN 98. L. M.

RIEND of the friendless and the faint!

'F Where can I lodge my deep complaint?

Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless sinner, poor!

2 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 3 That were a grief I could not bear,

Didst thou not hear and answer prayer: O thou, prayer-hearing, answering God, Take from my heart this painful load.

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HYMN 99. L. M.

ITH 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,
Thy sanctifying grace impart,
And form my soul alike to thee,
And dwell for ever in my heart."

JESUS, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
I now would flee to thine embrace;
Open thine arms and take me in!
2 The stone to flesh do thou convert;
And all my guilt and sin remove;
Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart,
And melt it by thy dying love.

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,, That trembles at the approach of sin;

A godly fear of sin impart;

Implant and root it deep within!

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