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Lyinn. Repentance at the foot of the Cross. 1 OH! if my soul were form’d for woe,
How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
Hung on the cursed tree,
For Thee, my soul, for Thee.
That crucified my God!
Fast to the fatal wood!
My heart has so decreed :
Seeking Pardon. i O THAT I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem! Who gave His life that I might live
A life conceal'd in Him!
That, kept by mercy's pow'r,
And never grieve Thee more!
E'en now my sins remove; And set my soul at liberty,
By Thy victorious love.
4 In answer to ten thousand pray’rs,
Thou pard’ning God descend !
My sins and troubles end !
Of all in earth or heav'n:
Reflections upon spiritual state. 1 O MY LORD, I've often mused
On Thy wondrous love to me;
Slighted, disregarded Thee.
Pleasd with what displeas'd Thee;
Wounded, yet no wound could see. 2 But unwearied Thou pursu'dst me,
Still Thy calls repeated came,
Bearing my reproach and blame.
Bruis'd and stretch'd each bleeding limb;
Mingled with the purple stream, 3 I no more at Mary wonder,
Dropping tears upon the grave,
Where is He, who died to save?
Soon she felt His rising pow'r:-
Bids His mourners weep no more.
1 THE LORD will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot-feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love Thee, if I could; But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, “My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted I know,
And love Thy house of prayer: I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.
1 LET the redeem'd give thanks and praise
To a forgiving GOD!
Till wash'd in Jesu's blood:
2 Till at Thy coming from above,
My mountain-sin depart,
And peace o'erflows my heart. 3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend
Th' appearance of my LORD,
And speak my soul restor’d:
4 Restor'd by reconciling grace;
With present pardon blest; And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest.
5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
And claim me for Thine own.
6 My God, through Jesus pacified ;
My God, Thyself declare; . And draw me to His open side,
And plunge the sinner there.
1 AH! whither should I go,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint !
And pour out my complaint ?
Ah! why do I delay?
And yet from Him I stay! 2 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part? Which will not let the SAVIOUR take
Possession of my heart?
Must surely lurk within;
Some secret bosom-sin.
Which I have fear'd to see:
What keeps me back from Thee.
Thy trying pow'r display ;
And take the veil away. 4 I now believe, in Thee
Compassion reigns alone:
O let it, LORD, be done!