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The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of pray’r. 4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart,
That trembles at th' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart,
Implant and root it deep within : That I may dread thy gracious pow'r, And never dare to offend thee niore.
328. The Mourner's Request. S.M.
How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how
long wilt thou hide thy face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily ? &c.-Psal. xiii. 1, &c.
JESUS, thy light impart
And lead me in thy path;
But thou canst give me faith. 2 [Thy love all power hath,
Its power in me exert;
That purifies the heart.] 3 Unrivall’d, reign within,
My only sov'reign be;
4 Thy blood's renewing might
Can make the foulest clean;
And change the leopard's skin. 5 Tbat, Lord, can bring me nigh,
And wipe my sins away,
And turn my night to day. 6 Fulfil thy gracious word,
And show my guilt forgiven;
And mount with thee to heaven.
329. The Believer's Choice. L.M.
But one thing is needful ; and Mary hath chosen that good
part, which shall not be taken away from her. - LUKE
BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving treach'rous heart
To fix on Mary's better part;
For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise ;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If thou, my Saviour! still art nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
330. Conflict. C.M.
The flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against
the flesh; and these are contrary the one to the other : so that ye cannot do the things that ye would...GAL. v. 17.
WHAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and sin
Attend our mortal state!
And do the works I hate. 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
Wbile sin and Satan reign:
For grace prevails again.
And vex and break my peace;
And sin for ever cease.
My drooping spirit raise;
And thine shall be the praise.
331. Conflict. L.M.
Lord, I believe: help thou mine unbelief.-MARK
JESUS, our soul's delightful choice,
While faith contends with unbelief. 2 Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
And hide the promise from our eyes. 3 O let not sin and Satan boast,
While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Reveal the glories of thy name :
332. Conflict. 7s. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden ;
and I will give you rest.-MATT. xi. 28.
Boast I good in thought or deed ?
And the weary long for rest. 2 Burden'd with a load of sin,
Harass'd with tormenting donbt ;
the earth is none Cau more weary be than I. 3 In the ark, the weary dove
Found a welcome resting-place;
Till the storm be overpast.
What a wondrous change I find !