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2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd,
The liberty from sin,
The kingdom fix'd within.
Thou seest my heart's desire;
Thy fulness I require.
Impatient to be freed;
Till I am saved indeed.
Art thou not willing too?
conquer and renew ?
So arm me with thy power,
May never feel it more. 182 Trowbridge—p. 164.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
And, brooding o'er my nature's night,
Let there in my dark soul be light;
And light there in our hearts shall be ;
Thy great mysterious majesty ;
3 Father of everlasting grace,
Be mindful of thy changeless word ;
In which thou dost thy name record,
The temple fill’d with light divine ;
Who, turning to that heavenly shrine,
Father, in Jesus' name we pray!
Till mercy take qur sins away : Hear from thy dwelling place in heaven, And now pronounce our sins forgiven. 183 Aithlone-p. 200.] 4th P. M. 886,886. O
THOU who hast our sorrows borne,
Help us look on thee and mourn,
Renew'd thy sacred pain.
To know thee, who thou art, The one eternal God and true; And let the sight affect, subdue,
And break my stubborn heart. 3 Lover of souls, to rescue mine, Reveal the charity divine,
That suffer'd in my stead ;
That made thy soul a sacrifice,
And bow'd that sacred head.
And by thy sprinkled blood,
And bring me back to God.
Its God to glorify:
And with my Saviour die ! 184 Marion—p. 162.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
HOU God unsearchable, unknown,
Who still conceal'st thyself from me,
Broke off, and banish'd far from thee;
Of gospel hope, of humble fear,
My poor desponding soul to cheer,
Thy absence I this moment feel ;
Conceal'd, thou art a Saviour still :
4 My Saviour thou, though not reveald,
Yet will I thee my Saviour call :
Thy hand shall save me from my fall ;
Though duteous to thy high command,
But veil'd before thy presence stand : 2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down
With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold thy awful throne,
Or view thy unapproached light ? 3 Restore my sight : let thy free grace
An entrance to the holiest give! Open mine eyes of faith! thy face
So shall I see: yet seeing live. 4 Thy golden sceptre from above
Reach forth ; lo! my whole heart I bow'; Say to my soul, “ Thou art my love,
My chosen 'midst ten thousand, thou !" 5 O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs
Of a sick heart with pity view!
“Mercy, thou God of mercy, show !" 6 I know thou canst not but be good ;
How shouldst thou, Lord, thy grace restrain? Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely flow'd,
To save me from all guilt and pain ? 7 By faith I to the Fountain fly,
Open'd for all mankind and me,
To purge my sins of deepest die,
My life and heart's impurity :
The purple and the crystal stream;
And both I gain through faith in him.
GOODNESS OF GOD IN REDEMPTION.
186 Irene-p. 307.] 20th P. M. 66,77,77.
AVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Thou my pain, my curse, hast took,
All my sins were laid on thee :
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.
My Love is crucified ;
Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood;
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood !
For thee submit to die?
Rival of thy passion prove?
Melt my hardness into love.