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4 To help our soul's infirmity,
To heal thy sin-sick people's care,
And make our heart a house of prayer,
To us who for thy coming stay ;
We ask the constant power to pray:
Thou canst not then deny the rest. 146 Penitence-p.280.] 12th P.M. 76,76,78,76.
Pray always, and not faint ;
To utter our complaint :
Till we from sin are fully freed;.
And bruise the serpent's head!
And we will never end,
And grasp the sinner's Friend :
With thee importunately plead ;
And bruise the serpent's head !
From all our bands released;
By Satan long oppress'd:
Arise, the woman's conq’ring Seed;
O avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head ! 4 To destroy his work of sin,
Thyself in us reveal; Manifest thyself within
Our flesh, and fully dwell With us, in us, here below :
Enter, and make us free indeed : O avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head ! 5 Stronger than the strong man,
thou His fury canst control : Cast him out, by ent’ring now,
And keep our ransom'd soul : Satan's kingdom overthrow,
On all the powers of darkness tread; O avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head! 6 To the never-ceasing cries
Of thine elect attend :
The mighty Spirit send :
Our cries thou seemest not to heed : 0
avenge us of our foe,
And bruise the serpent's head !
No longer now delay,
The crooked serpent slay!
Root out and kill the hellish seed :
And bruise the serpent's head ! 8 Jesus, hear thy Spirit's call,
Thy Bride, who bids thee come :
Come, thou righteous Judge of all,
Pronounce the tempter's doom :
For him and for his angels made;
For ever bruise his head !
Thy zeal for God in me;
Thy burning charity.
In me thy bowels move!
Be the pure flame of love. 148 Gorham-p. 193.] 4th P. M. 886, 886.
, on me the want bestow
Their sins on earth forgiven ;
The happiness of heaven.
My hundred-fold reward ;
Co-partner with my Lord.
And feast my hungry heart;
For all thou hast and art.
4 Mercy who show shall mercy find;
Be, Lord, on me bestow'd ;
That, now beholding thee,
And God for ever see !
But for true holiness ;
In life and death confess.
Pronounce me doubly blest ; And let thy glorious Spirit, Lord, Assure me of thy great reward,
In heaven's eternal feast. 149 Kendall—p. 27.]
C. M. WHEE, Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Thee in affliction's furnace praise,
And magnify thy power. 2 Thy power, in human weakness shown,
Shall make us all entire ;
And walk unburnt in fire.
And glory in our Guide ;
Surrounded and upheld by thee,
The fiery test abide.
Till, moulded from above,
The stamp of perfect love.
LET the prisoners' mournful cries
As incense in thy sight appear! Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.
From sin impatient to be free:
Lead captive their captivity! 3 Show them the blood that bought their peace,
The anchor of their steadfast hope ; And bid their guilty terrors cease,
And bring the ransom'd pris'ners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries,
The fallen raise, the mourners cheer; O Sun of righteousness, arise,
And scatter all their doubt and fear! 5 Pity the day of feeble things ;
O gather every halting soul !
And make the contrite sinner whole. 6 Stand by them in the fiery hour,
Their feebleness of mind defend; And in their weakness show thy power,
And make them patient to the end. 7 O satisfy their soul in drought !
Give them thy saving health to see,