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i LONG have I seem'd to serve Thee, LORI

With unavailing pain;
Fasted and pray'd, and read Thy Word,

And heard it preach'd in vain. 2 Oft did I with th' assembly join,

And near Thine altar drew;
A form of godliness was mine,

The pow'r I never knew.
3 I rested in the outward law,
· Nor knew it's deep design ;'
The length and breadth I never saw,

And height of love divine.
4 To please Thee thus, at length I see,

Vainly I hop'd and strove;
For what are outward things to Thee,

Unless they spring from love? 5 I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts,
Our full consent, our whole desires, I

Our undivided hearts.
6 Where am I now, or what my hope?

What can my weakness do? JESUS, to Thee my soul looks up:

"Tis Thou mist make it new,

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ILORD, how secure my conscience was,

And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,

And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright;

But since the precept came
With a convincing pow'r and light,

I find how vile I am.

3 My guilt appear'd but small before,

Till terribly I saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,

Was Thine eternal Law.

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4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,

My sins reviv'd again:
I had provok'd a dreadful GOD,

And all my hopes were slain. 5 I'm like a helpless captive sold

Under the pow'r of sin ;
I cannot do the good I would,

Nor keep my conscience clean. 6 My God, I cry with ev'ry breath

For some kind pow'r to save,
To break the yoke of sin and death.

And thus redeem the slave.

Hymn.

Praying for Repentance. 1 FATHER of lights, from whom proceeds

Whate'er Thy ev'ry creature needs;
Whose goodness, providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry;
To Thee I look, my heart prepare:

Suggest, and hearken to my pray’r. 2 Since by Thy light myself I see

Naked, and poor, and void of Thee;
Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say:
Thou seest my wants—for help they call;

And, ere I speak, Thou know'st them all, 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,

Wayward, and impotent, and blind ! - Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse from good, and prone to ill ! Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check'd by fear, nor charm’d by love! Fain would I know, as known by Thee, And feel the indigence I see; Fain would I all my vileness own, And deep beneath the burden groan; Abhor the pride that lurks within,

Detest and loathe myself and sin.
5 Ah! give me, LORD, myself to feel!

My total misery reveal:
Ah, give me, LORD,(I still would say,)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray:
My business this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r!

Hymn.

Praying for Repentance. 1 JESUS, my, Advocate above, My Friend before the throne of love, If now for me prevails Thy pray'r, If now I find Thee pleading there, If Thou the secret wish convey, . And sweetly prompt my heart to pray; . · Hear, and my weak petitions join,

Almighty Advocate, to Thine. *** 2 Fain would I know my utmost ill,

And groan, my nature's weight to feel!
To feel the clouds that round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my soul,
The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scatter'd o'er all the earth abroad, ..

Immeasurably far from God.
3 Jesu, my heart's desire obtain ;

My earnest suit present, and gain;
My fulness of corruption show;"
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin;
A sharper sense of guilt within ;
A stronger struggling to get free;

A keener appetite for Thee !
4 O sov’reign Love, to Thee I cry!
Give me Thyself, or else I die! ,
Save me from death ; from hell set free!
Death, hell, are but the want of Thee.
Quicken'd by Thy imparted flame,
Sav’d, when possest of Thee, I am:
My life, my only heav'n Thou art;.
O zi delle in my heart!

Lynn.

Praying for Repentance. i JESU, let Thy pitying eye

Call back a wand'ring sheep:
False to Thee, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep:
Let me be by grace restor'd;
On me be all long-suff'ring shown:
Turn and look upon me, LORD,

And break my heart of stone!
SAVIOUR, PRINCE, enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me, through Thy dying love, :

The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implor'd,
A portion of Thy grief unknown:
Turn, and look upon me, LORD,

And break my heart of stone ! 3 See me, SAVIOUR, from above;

Nor suffer me to die!
Life, and happiness, and love,

Drop from Thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let Thy mercy melt me down :
Turn, and look upon me, LORD,

And break my heart of stone !
Look, as when Thy languid eye

Was clos'd, that we might live:
“FATHER,” (at the point to die,

My SAVIOUR pray’d,) “ forgive !" Surely, with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries,,“ 'Tis done!". O my bleeding, loving LORD,

Thou break'st my heart of stone!

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