7 By nature prone to ill, Wilt thou now crown at length 349. Mourning. L.M. Cast me not away from thy presence, and take not thy STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay! 2 Though I have most unfaithful been 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive,E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes; Into thy rest of love receive, And bless me with the calm repose. 5 E'en now my weary soul release, 350. Indwelling Sin lamented. C.M. I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.-ROM. vii. 18. WITH tears of anguish I lament, Here at thy feet, my GoD, My passion, pride, and discontent, 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, So prone to every sin. 3 Full well I know that thy commands Are holy, just, and true; And whatsoe'er my GoD demands 4 Reason 1 hear, her counsels weigh, 5 How long, my SAVIOUR, shall I feel 6 Break, sov'reign grace, O break the 351. Indwelling Sin Confessed. L. M. Behold, I was shapen in iniquity: and in sin did my mother conceive me.-PSALM li. 5. LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin; 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 3 Great GOD, create my heart anew, 4 Behold I fall before thy face; My only refuge is thy grace: 5 JESUS, my God, thy blood alone Thy blood can make me white as snow: 6 Let me now hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my troubled soul rejoice! Then all my pow'rs shall join to bless The LORD, my strength and righteous ness. 352. Indwelling Sin Lamented. S. M. Behold, I am vile.-JOB xl. 4. O LORD, how vile am I, How can I dare to venture nigh 2 Is this polluted heart 3 [If I attempt to pray, And lisp thy holy name, My thoughts are hurried soon away, 5 Such darkness fills my mind; I only read a sealed book, But no relief can find. Thy gospel oft I hear, But hear it still in vain; I seem to have no love, or fear, 6 7 Myself can hardly bear This wretched heart of mine; To those pure eyes of thine. And must I, then, indeed Sink in despair, and die? Fain would I hope that thou did'st bleed That grace, 8 That blood, which thou hast spilt, which is thine own, Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt, And soften hearts of stone. 9 Low at thy feet, I bow: O pity and forgive: Here will I lie, and wait till thou 353. Mourning under the Hiding of God's Countenance. C.M. How long, LORD? Wilt thou hide thyself for ever ?- REJOICE in GOD, the word commands, 2 How can my soul exult for joy, And how can praise my tongue employ, |