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4 Without money, without price,
To thee I would draw nigh;
The chief of sinners I ;-
And let me lose myself in thee.-Friend, &c. 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side,
O let me ne'er depart!
Till I am pure in heart,
Thy blood was shed for me.
59. 7. 6. W. & B.
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep;
And break my heart of stone.
Repentance to impart,
The humble, contrite heart,
-Turn, &c. 3 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
Drop from ihy gracious eye:
4 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd
The first apostate man,
And bade him rise again;
Redeem me by thy grace alone ;-Turn, &c. 5 Look, as when thy grace beheld
The harlot in distress,
And bade her go in peace:
And break my heart of stone.
60. 8. 7.
To attend upon the word :
Of the Holy One be felt; Shed the pure, celestial fire,
Make our frozen bosoms melt. 2 Saviour, are there trembling mourners,
Who begin their case to leel? We can only preach the gospel,
Thou alone canst save from hell: Speak, and earth and hell shall tremble,
And the chains of sin give way,Proudest souls shall then be humble,
Darkness kindle into day. 3 Breathe, Almighty, conquering Spirit!
Make this vale of bones to live;
Heavenly Wind ! diffuse salvation
We to thee will glory give: North and south, give up your captives, Yield them
without delay; Saviour, claim thy blood-bought purchase,
Claim and seal us thine to-day. 4 Breathe through every soul, the spirit
or untiring, servent prayer; Wrestling Jacobs, conquering Israels,
We shall be, if thou art here :
Till our souls thy goodness know,
Faith that will not let thee go.
61. 8. 7. Dover Selection.
At the opening of Worship. BRETHREN, we have met to worship
, Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the word ? All is vain, unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One come downLet us pray, that holy manna
May be scatler'd all around. 2 Look! and see puor sinners round you.
Trembling on the brink of woe; Death is coming-hell is moving
Can you bear to let them go? Let us tell them of the Saviour,
Tell them that he may be foundLet us pray, that holy manna
May be scatter'd all around. 3 Is there here a trembling Jnilor,
Seeking grace, and fill!l with fears? Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a food of tears?
Let us join our prayers to help them,
Let our faith and love abound
May be scatter'd all around. 4 Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other 100;
Till our God their souls renew.
Take them to our kind embrace ; Journey with them on to glory, There to sing redeeming grace.
62. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Newlon. The Beggar's suite
Waits at thy mercy's door;
Can help or pity wants like mine. 2 I have no right to say,
That though I now am poor,
When I possessed more;
I've been the poorest wretch on earth 3 Nor dare I to prosess,
As beggars often do,
"T were folly to pretend
I'll trouble thee no more ;
5 Though crumbs are much too good
For one so vile as I,
My soul can satisfy;
I must have all thou canst bestow. 6 Nor can I willing be
Thy bounty to conceal
Their wants and hunger seel;
And try to send a thousand more. 7 Thy ways, thou only Wise,
Our ways and thoughts transcend;
Above this eårth extend :
63. P. M. Relief Hymns.
Confession of Christ before men.
And there for ever sit with thee?
I'll triumph in thy glorious name.
Or to escape its harmless frown,
And make thy people's lot my own,-
When thou thy glory shalt display!
The terror of his anger, what?
But soon his place shall know him not;-