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347. Under the Hidings of God's Countenance.
Therefore I will look unto the Lord; I will wait for the God of my Salvation; my GOD will hear me.-MIC. vii. 7.
SEE, LORD, before thy throne of grace,
2 And shall my guilty fears prevail
3 Absent from thee, my guide, my light, Without one cheering ray;
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy
4 O shine on this benighted heart,
5 When trials vex my doubting mind,
6 Thy presence only can bestow
348. His Desires after good. S.M...
The good that I would, I do not.-Rom. vii. 19.
I WOULD, but cannot sing, Guilt has untun'd my voice; The serpent sin's envenom'd sting Has poison'd all my joys.
I know the Lord is nigh,
I would, but can't repent,
I would, but cannot rest
O could I but believe!
Then all would easy be ;
But if indeed I would,
By nature prone to ill,
8 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,-
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,
2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, So false has mine has been;
So faithless to its promises,
3 Full well I know that thy commands Are holy, just, and true;
And whatsoe'er my GoD demands
4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
5 How long, my SAVIOUR, shall I feel These strugglings in my breast? When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, And give my conscience rest?
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; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death: Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
3 Great GOD, create my heart anew,
4 Behold I fall before thy face;
5 JESUS, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone:
Thy blood can make me white as snow: