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“ But melancholy breath.”
"And 'tis too late to pray;
“For they have lost their day.”
By mischief and deceit,
To darkness and the pit.
Hymn 211. c. M.
1. L OW vain are all things here below!
II How false, and yet how fair !
And every sweet a snare.
Give but a flatt'ring light ;
We should suspect some danger nigh, harms. Where we possess delight. | 3. Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds!
How strong it strikes the sense !
Nor can we call thein thence.
My soul's eternal food ;
From all created good.
Hymn 212. c. M.; : Let the wicked forsake his way, &c. Isaiah lv. 7. 1. SINNERS, the voice of God regard ;
N 'Tis Mercy speaks to-day ; He calls you by his sov'reign word,
From sin's destructive way.
You live devoid of peace ;
Deprive your souls of ease.
Why will you persevere ?
Shut up in black despair ?
Of sin and folly go ?
To reap immortal woe!
Hymn 213. P. M.
From the German. 1. LATHER of lights, from whoin proceeds
T Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs; Whose goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry: To thee I look, my heart prepare:
Suggest and liarken to my pray’r. ; 2. Since, L7 thy light, myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee;
Thou seest my wants, for help they call, And ere I speak thou know'st them all. 3. 'Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind: Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill : Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love. 4. Fain would I know as known by thee, And feel the indigence I see; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan; Abhor the pride that lurks within, Detest and loathe myself and sin. 5. Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel. My total misery reveal ; Ah! give me Lord, (I still would say) A heart to mourn, a heart to pray: . My bus'ness this, my only care, My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r.
Hymn 214. S. .
The rock in sunder cleave!
And break my stubborn heart. 2. Saviour, and Prince of peace,
The double grace bestow;
And let the captive go;
Wound, and pour in my wounds, to heal,
The balm of pard’ning love. 3. For thine own mercy's sake,
My guilt and sin remove;
The pris'ner of thy love.
Stand by my feeble soul,
'Till thou hast made me whole. 4. This is thy will, I know,
That I should holy be ;
This moment turn to thee:
Thine all-sufficient pow'r!
And never grieve thee more!
Hymn 215. P. M. 1. TESUS, let thy pitying eye
ed Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep:
On me be all long-suff’ring shown:
And break my heart of stone.
Repentance to impart,
The humble, contrite heart:.
A portion of thy grief unknown:
3. For thine own compassion's sake;
The gracious wonder show;
And wash me white as snow:
If I now myself bemoan:
And break my heart of stone. ... 4. See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die!
Drop from thy gracious eye;
And let thy mercy melt me down:
And break my heart of stone.
Hymn 216. c. M. 1. TESUS, if still thou art to-day
J As yesterday the same,
The virtue of thy name..
Thy needy creatures good;
Be all thy wonders show'd.
Thy miracles repeat;
Alleper at thy feet. .. 4. Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin;
Of thine, can make me clean. 5. Thou seest me deaf to thy cammands, Open, O Lord, my ear: