In me is all the bar,

Which Thou would'st fain remove : Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

Hymn.
Praying for the cure of Sin's disease.
i W HILE dead in trespasses I lie,

Thy quick’ning SPIRIT give;
Call me, Thou Son of God, that I

May hear Thy voice, and live,
2 While full of anguish and disease,

My weak, distemper'd soul
Thy love compassionately sees,

V let it make me whole !
3 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind,

And sick, and poor I am;
But sure a remedy to find

For all in JESU's Name.
4 I know in Thee all fulness dwells,

And all for wretched man:
Fill ev'ry want my spirit feels,

And break off ev'ry chain,
5. If Thou impart Thyself to me,

No other good I need :
If Thou, the Son, shalt make me free,

I shall be free indeed.
6 From sin, the guilt, the pow'r, the pain,

Thou wilt redeem my soul: LORD, I believe, and not in vain:

My faith shalt make me whole..

GOD of my salvation, hear

And help me to believe !
Simply do I now draw. near,

Thy blessing to receive.
Full of sin, alas ! I am;
But to Thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,'

Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as newly slain,

To Thee I lift mine eye!
Balm of all my grief-and pain,

Thy grace is always nigh:
Now, as yesterday, the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be:
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,

Thy blood was shed for me.

3 Nothing have I, LORD, to pay,

Nor can Thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, Thou know'st, am poor ::
Dust and ashes is my name;
My all is sin and misery:
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB..

Thy blood was shed for me.
SAVIOUR, from Thy wounded side

I never will depart;
Here will. I my spirit hide,

Till I am pure in heart:

Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea-
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,

Thy blood was shed for me.

Hymn.
Approaching Christ aright.

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat

Where JESUS answers pray'r;
There humbly fall before His feet,

For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to Thee,

And such, O LORD, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely prest,
By wars without, and fears within,

I come to Thee for rest.

4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place!

That, shelter'd near Thy side, I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell Him, “ Thou hast died."

5 Oh wondrous Love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious Name.

1 W OULD JESUS have the sinner die?

Why hangs He then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry?

(Sinners, He prays for you and me;) « Forgive them, FATHER, O forgive: - They know not that by Me they live!"

2 Thou loving, all-atoning LAMB,

Thee, by Thy painful agony,
Thy bloody sweat, Thy grief and shame,

Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death, and life.--I pray,
Take all, take all my sins away!

3 O let me kiss Thy bleeding feet,

And bathe and wash them with my tears ; The story of Thy love repeat

In ev'ry drooping sinner's ears;
That all may hear the quick’ning sound;
Since 'I, e'en 1, have mercy found!

4 O let Thy love my heart constrain,

Thy love for ev'ry sinner free,
That ev'ry fallen son of man

May taste the grace that found out me;
That all mankind with me may prove,
Thy sov'reign, everlasting love,

Wymn.

Approaching Christ aright. 1 JESU, whose glory's streaming rays,

Though duteous to Thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face,

But veil'd before Thy presence stand! 2 How shall weak eyes of Aesh, 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 O JESUS, fuht of grace! the sighs

Of a sick heart with pity view !.
Hark! how my silence speaks, and cries,

“Mercy, Thou God of mercy, show." 5 I know Thou can'st not but be good ! (strain?

How should'st Thou, LORD, Thy grace reThou, LORD, whose blood so freely flow'd,

To save me from all guilt and pain.

Hymn.

Seekers encouraged.
i THE LORD, from His exalted throne;

In majesty array'd,
Looks with a melting pity down

On all that seek His aid.