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Hast thou my sins forgiven,
Strive I great comforts to obtain, Then leaving things behind, Instead of joy, I've nought but pain. May I press on to heaven,
3 But when He shows me how I rove, And bear the prize in mind.
Andcourt my neighbor's praiseand love, 3. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me, How self-will raises discontent Tho’I am oft to blame;
Against my Saviour's government; As thy reward, O take me
4 How soon, when Satan tempts, I start, Anew, just as I am;
Pass by convictions in my heart, Grant me henceforth, dear Saviour,
Let my first love and zeal abate, While in this vale of tears,
Fall, and my very falls forget; To look to thee, and never
5 And at the same time lets me feel, Give way to anxious fears.
That he hath patience with me still:
I stand asham'd before his face, 462. T. 106.
And humbly thank him for his grace. AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray From thee! 'how prone to lust and Whatever is not to thy praise,
6 Search out, discover, and erase, pride!
All that might an obstruction prove Nature oft strives to bear the
My heart into subjection bring;
Destroy, I pray, the carnal mind, 2 Forbid, O Lord, each vain desire,
And make me quite to thee resign’d. Bind
affections to thy cross; Quench all the sparks of nature's fire,
May I count all for thee but loss : Lord Jesus, tear each idol down,
cease, Be unto me a healing balm;
For God alone can give me peace ; Warm thou my heart, dispel my fears, Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,
Aod speak the tempest to a calm: Of my own strength I must despair. Remove the maladies of sin,
2 Lord, I despair myself to heal, And in thy blood o wash me clean.
I see my sin, but cannot feel 4 I gladly will show forth thy praise, True sorrow, till thy Spirit show
If thou wilt gird me with thy pow'r, My unbelief, the source of woe. And sing the glories of thy grace, 3 'Tis thine alone to change the heart,
Until my pilgrimage be o'er. Thou only canst good gifts impart, With hallow'd fire inspire my tongue, I therefore will my heart resign And love shall be my
To thee, O cleanse and seal it thine! 463.
4 With humble faith on thee I call, T. 22.
My Light, my Life, my Lord, my All; VAIN are all efforts made to trace I wait, O Lord, to hear thee say, The way to life and happiness, "My blood hath wash'd thy sins away." Before 'tis on our minds imprest,
5 Speak,gracious Lord, my sicknesscure, That Jesus is our only rest!
Make my infected nature pure; 2 By my own strength I can't procure Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, True rest, nor even feel I'm
poor; And give thyself unto my heart. T
467.. T, 22. O JESUS, could I always keep LORD Jesus, my most faithful Friend,
My eye on thee, the living way, Thy aid unto thy child extend
Should no more err, or run astray; That sin may not thy grace o'erpow'r.
2 That spark enkindled in my heart
Remain unquench'd, tho' all the art 2 that I never might forget, Of sin and Satan be combin'd
What thou hast suffer'd for my sake, To make me leave my matchless Friend. To save my soul, and make me meet Once of thy glory to partake :
3 O let thy Spirit stay with me,
To O might I oft in spirit see
groan and speak my wants to thee; How thou wast crucify'd for me.
Still let him show my, ev'ry need,
And that in thee I'm help'd indeed. 3 But, gracious Lord, when I reflect How oft I'veturn d my eye from thee;
4 Thy faithfulness I oft háve prov'd, How treated thee with cold neglect,' In countless trials quite unmov'd ; And listen'd to the enemy;
Thy grace alone can me preserve,
When And yet to find thee still the same,
frail heart from thee would
swerve. This fills my soul with humble shame. 4 Astonish'd at thy feet I fall, Thy love exceeds my highest thought;
T. 14. Henceforth be thou my All in all, Thou who with blood my soul hast GRACIOUS Redeemer, Lamb of
God, bought: May I henceforth more faithful prove,
I thirst alone for thee, And ne'er forget thy dying love.
I long t’ enjoy thy saving grace,
And taste thy mercy free.
2 For mercy, mercy, Lord, I ask,
This is the total sum : WHEN, having been with guilt op- Mercy, good Lord, is all my suit, prest,
O let thy mercy come! My wand'ring spirit findeth rest
3 Search me, O God,and know my heart, Thro' Jesus' pard’ning grace; Try me, and know each thought; Then I by faith can call him mine,
On me look down in mercy, Lord, My needy soul doth then incline
Whom thou with blood hast bought. To be in Mary's happy place.
4 My faithless heart, O gracious Lord, 2 My pray’r is : “ Jesus, let me hear Thy voice, which can instruct & cheer In ev'ry danger help afford,
Correct with gentle hand;
Alone I cannot stand,
5 Without thy favor while I live, Nature would soon its pow'r assert.” Life but a burden is;
Nought else can satisfaction give, 3 A single eye, a faithful heart, Dear Jesus, to thy child impart,
Experience shows me this, In ev'ry trying hour;
6 Haste then, O Lord, to thee I pray: Reason's tormenting thoughts prevent, Impart to me thy grace, Still keep my eye on thee intent, That when this life is filed away
Till sight my faith & hope o'erpow'r, In heav'n I may have place.
469, T. 96.
472. T. 14 . AH give me, Lord, myself to feel, I KNOW the weakness of my soul, My inbred misery reveal :
But Jesus is my stay,
2 For ever he abides the same,
Tho’I to change am prone;
The more I know the misery,
The pride and treach'ry of my heart, WITH what unwearied faithfulness
which I cause my Saviour smart. Lord hast thou followed me ! Tho'l regardless of thy grace
2 Long this was from my sightconceald In darkness stray'd from thee;
Till by the Spirit's light reveald, How heavy hung the dismal cloud,
Which shows God's love and Jesus How did distresses on me crowd! grace, And I, despairing of relief,
And fills my troubled heart with peace. In thee had no belief.
T. 97. 2 But thou my kind, almighty Friend, Didst sin's dominion quell;
WHATE’ER I'am, whate'er I do, My mis’ry and confusion end, 'Tis grace I must ascribe it to; And ev'ry cloud dispel ;
This can alone
preserve ; One look into thy pierced heart
For I'm so liable to swerve, Alleviates the keenest smart,
That ev'n the grace which thou to-day There mercy
without bounds I see bestow'st, Is moving ev'n for me.
If not renew'd to-morrow might be
lost. 471. T. 159 MY case to thee is fully known,
T. 590. On thee I cast my care,
THE worst of evils we can name Dear Saviour, that thy will be done
Is an unfaithful heart; In me, is all my pray'r;
May none of us to our dear Lord O may I harbor in my breast
Thereby cause pungent smart; No thought that cannot bear the test,
Our human frailty need not lead When thou discover'st by thy light
Our souls from him astray; To me what is not right.
For he the needful strength imparts 2 Reality and solid ground,
To walk the narrow way.
FEAR not, without reserve disclose Content, till I am one with thee, The fest'ring sores of sin; Until my life is hid in thine,
Your case the Lord your Healer knows, Till thou art wholly mine.
His blood can wash you
There is a balm in Gilead,
478. To cure the sin-sick soul; None e'er to Christ for refuge fled
O LAMB of God for sinners slain, But was by him made whole.
Our souls from mis'ry to regain,
Their weakness, who derive from thee 477.* T. 214.
The mercies which thou freely dost
dispense, THOUGH by nature I'm defiled,
And look to thee with filial confidence! Jesus' blood hath made me clean; He my sin-sick soul hath healed,
479. * T. 79. And whate'er doth still remain Of my former sad condition,
LORD, shouldst thou be induced He alleviates when I cry,
To ask, how we have used
With us, we durst not venture
XXVI. Of SANCTIFICATION.
480.* T. 58.
481.* T. 126, THE Lamb of God, who saves us THIS yields true joy and pleasure by his death,
To Christ, when with one voice Is made unto us holiness by faith;
His people in their measure None besides availeth, since our Creator Exalt his sacrifice, Became a man, assuming our frail nature and praise him for the wounds which
To ransom us. 2 To Jesus Christ is due eternal praise,
Receiv'd for our redemption
We witness here below, Ånd bitter death! And gladly make confession, 3 If we in Jesus' saving name believe,
Resolv'd nought else to know.
His righteousness should gain.
With God, but this alone;
grace. Because for us he dy'd.
On his labors, sorrows, caręs,
On his tears, and fervent pray'rs; JESUS, the church's Lord and Head ! O mightst thou o'er thy flock be glad, 5 Poverty, and ev'ry want Whom thou, while sinners, by thy blood To our nature incident, Hastransom'dand brought nigh to God. Which he bore, and which for us
Are all meritorious; 2 Since thou our wretched, lost estate
6 Then thro' his enabling grace, In mercy didst commiserate, And feeble flesh and blood assume,
We with joy can run our race, To save us from the wrath to come;
While we him in mem'ry bear,
Who was tempted as we are, 3 We are, if we in thee believe And from thy fulness grace receive,
7 Yea, 'midst failings numberless, Cleansed and sanctify'd by thee,
We rejoice that we are his; And serve thy name acceptably,
And if we his word abey,
Each of us may cleanse his way, 4 Renew'd in heart, we're then inclin'd To live according to thy mind,
8 Thoʻthe outward mark and scar
Of the fall doth still Can we do good-with cheerfulness
appear, We do it, and give thee the praise.
Yet we're freed from sin's hard yoke,
Since our bonds and chains he broke. 5 Whatever honours thee our Lord, What's called virtue in thy word,
9 Mighty God, we humbly pray: Is honest, lovely, pure and just, Carry thy victorious
sway By faith in thee is then produc'd.
In the flesh to such a length, 6 Preserve, O Lord, our garments pure,
That we gain thy godlike strength, Keep us from ev'ry harm secure;
10. Grant that all of us may prove, Our members render, thro’ thy grace, By obedience, faith, and love, Blest instruments of righteousness. That our hearts to thee are giv’n,
That our treasure is in heav'n. 7 May spirit, soul and body be A pleasing sacrifice to thee; Thy name we bear, our hearts thou know'st
T, 14, In thee alone we place our trust.
sinner here below T. 11.
Be pleasing unto God? PRAISE to Christ, the Son of God! By his own righteousness ?- no: Who assum'd our flesh and blood,
Alone thro' Jesus' blood. Since he death for us endur'd,
2 If any thing in us appears And eternal life procur’d.
Unlike to Jesus' mind, 2 When we see our names enrollid To own it with repenting tears 'Mongst the sheep of Jesus' fold, Ah, may we be inclin'd! Wond'ring, we ourselves confess
3 A child of God for ever pants Undeserving of such grace.
More like his Lord to be; 3 And when we explore the end, Tho' with conviction still he grants, Why our Lord, would condescend That none is good but He. To assume humanity;
4 Oft as in spirit Christ he views Us thereby to sanctify:
This is his humble cry, 4. And reflect on all the pain,
Which he continually renews Which for us he did sustain,
“ As thou wast, 0 were I!”