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Praying for Repentance. 1 O. THOU who hast our sorrows borne, . Help us to look on Thee and mourn,
On Thee whom we have slain ; Have pierc'd a thousand, thousand times, And by reiterated crimes
Renew'd Thy sacred pain. 2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see The man transfix'd on Calvary!
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 quench'd in death those gracious eyes,
And bow'd that sacred head. 4 The veil of unbelief remove, And by Thy manifested love,
And by Thy sprinkled blood, Destroy the love of sin in me, And get Thyself the victory,
And bring me back to God.
It's God to glorify!
And with my SAVIOUR die.
1 AUTHOR of faith, to Thee I 'cry,
But know the truth and live :
The life eternal give.
Till Thou the veil remove :
And manifest Thy love.
But if on Thee we call,
That Thou hast died for all.
The blessing seek and find ::
Both me and all mankind.
Let what I ask be giv'n:
And let me taste of heav'n!
O THAT I could repent!
With all my idols part; .
An humble contrite heart!
For having griev'd my God;
Till sprinkled with Thy blood!
The penitent desire;
My aching breast inspire;
And melt my hardness down; Strike with Thy love's resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone!
i PHYSICIAN of my sin-sick soul,
To Thee I bring my case; My raging malady control,
And heal me by Thy grace, 2 Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine ; For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but Thine.
3 I wonld disclose my whole complaint;
But where shall I begin?
That worst distemper, sin. . It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A palsy in my head. :
And impotent, and lame;
With folly, fear, and shame.
And set my spirit free:
Who longs to live to Thee?
The Prodigal Son.
The contrite heart for sacrifice;
The trembling lip, the blushing face:
And mercy bears their sins away. 3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with shame,
He, pitying, heals their broken frame;
1 JESUS, the Truth, the Life, the Way,
Unworthy though I be,
Thou wilt remember me.
2 Thou who didst bleed, and groan, and die,
From guilt to set me free,
Wilt still remember me.
3 When tempest-toss'd with cares, my breast
Is like the troubled sea :
If Thou remember me.
4. My former friends regard me not
Since I have follow'd Thee;
So Thou remember me.
5 When I was chain'd and bound in sin,
Thy niercy set me free;
Thou dost remember me.
6 I hope, though now my time of death
Unable to foresee, • To say, when yielding up my breath,
Now, LORD, remember me.