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Hymn 223, L. M. 1. THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2. Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin ;
Thy help and comfort still afford :
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ;
Hymn 224. c. M.
My load of guilt remove ;
That bars me from thy love.
Then my rejoicing tongue
And make thy praise my song. 3. No blood of goats, nor heifer slain
For sin could e'er atone ;
Sufficient and alone.
4. A soul, opprest with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;
Is our best sacrifice.
Hymn 225. C. M. 1. THE Lord will happiness divine
1 On contrite hearts bestow : Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?
Insensible as steel ; #
To find I cannot feel.
To love thee, if I could;
Averse to all that's good. 4. My best desires are faint and few, .;
I fain would strive for more:
Seem weaker than before.
And love thy house of pray’r;
But find no comfort there. -
Deci le this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.
Hymn 226. s. M.
IVI Impatient of restraint,
Pour cut a long complaint.
2. This impious heart of mine .
Could once defy the Lord,
In presence of thy sword.
A rebel to the skies,
And mercy's loudest cries !
And all his heav'n to me.
That cannot feel, nor see.
To court me from above,
And shews the prints of love.
Hymn 227. L. M.
D The Publican and Pharisee !
The other owns his guilt and shame. 2. This man at humble distance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
And diff'rent answers he bestows;
While on the proud his anger frowns. 4. Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boasting Pharisee ; .
Hymn 228. s. M. 1. TS this the kind return?
1 Are these the thanks we owe?
Whence all our blessings flow! 2. To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind !
And God as strangely kind ! 3. Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh;
And give us hearts of flesh. 4. Let past ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
Let hourly thanks arise.
Hymn 229. c. M. 1. n H if my soul did feel her woe,
How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes. 2. 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
That crucify'd my God,
Fast to the fatal wood!
My heart has so decreed ;
That made my Saviour bleed.
5. Whilst, with a melting broken heart,
My murder'd Lord I view,
And slay the murd'rers too.
Hymn 230. c. M. The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. ., &c. 1. D EHOLD the wretch, whose lust and wine
D Has wasted his estate,
To taste the husks they eat!
“I starve in foreign lands; “ My Father's house has large supplies,
“ And bounteous are his hands. 3. “ I'll go, and with a mournful tongue,
6 Fall down before his face; “ Father, I've done thy justice wrong,
“ Nor can deserve thy grace." 4. He said, and 'hasten'd to his home,
To seek his Father's love. The Father saw the rebel come,
And his compassions move.
Embrac'd and kiss'd his son ;
For follies he had done.
Hymn 231. c.m.
Psalm cxxxix. 23, 24.
UT He sees our inmost mind;
And leave our souls behind.