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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;
I have an unbelieving heart,

But thou canst give me faith. 2 [Thy love all power hath,

Its power in me exert;
And give me living, active faith,

That purifies the heart.] 3 Unrivall’d, reign within,

My only sov'reign be;
O crucify the man of sin,
And form thyself in me.

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4 Thy blood's renewing might

Can make the foulest clean;
Can wash the Ethiopian white,

And change the leopard's skin. 5 Tbat, Lord, can bring me nigh,

And wipe my sins away,
Can lift my abject soul on high,

And turn my night to day. 6 Fulfil thy gracious word,

And show my guilt forgiven;
Bid me embrace my dying Lord,

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

X. 42.

BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand :
Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving treach'rous heart

To fix on Mary's better part;
To scorn the triffes of a day,

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;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

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!
I hate the thoughts that work within,

And do the works I hate. 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,

Wbile sin and Satan reign:
Now raise my songs of triumph high,

For grace prevails again.
3 Thus will the flesh and Spirit strive,

And vex and break my peace;
But I shall quit this mortal life,

And sin for ever cease.
4 O Lord, assist me thro' the fight,

My drooping spirit raise;
Make me triumphant in thy might,

And thine shall be the praise.

331. Conflict. L.M.

Lord, I believe: help thou mine unbelief.-MARK

ix. 24.

JESUS, our soul's delightful choice,
In thee believing we rejoice;
Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief;

While faith contends with unbelief. 2 Thy promises our hearts revive,

And keep our fainting hopes alive;
But guilt and fears and sorrows rise,

And hide the promise from our eyes. 3 O let not sin and Satan boast,

While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Nor see that faith to ruin brought,
Which thy own gracious hand bath

4 Do thou the dying spark inflame;

Reveal the glories of thy name :
O put all anxious doubts to flight,
And lead us on t' eternal light!

332. Conflict. 7s. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden ;

and I will give you rest.-MATT. xi. 28.
DOES the gospel-word proclaim
Rest for those, who weary be?
Then, my soul, put in thy claim,
Sure that promise speaks to thee.

Boast I good in thought or deed ?
Sin pollutes my very best ;
Yet I weary am, I plead,

And the weary long for rest. 2 Burden'd with a load of sin,

Harass'd with tormenting donbt ;
Hourly conflicts from within,
Hourly crosses from without :
All my little strength is gone,
Sink I must, without supply ;

the earth is none Cau more weary be than I. 3 In the ark, the weary dove

Found a welcome resting-place;
Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in CHRIRT, the ark of grace.
Tempest-toss’d I long have been,
And the flood increases fast;
Open, Lord, and take me in,

Till the storm be overpast.
4 Safely lodg'd within thy breast,

What a wondrous change I find !
Now I know thy promis'd rest
Can compose a troubled mind.
You that weary are like me,
Hearken to the gospel call;
To the ark for refuge flee,
Jesus will receive you all!

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