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HYMN 290, 11s and 10s.
To the Mercy-Sent.

mp 1 COME, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish,

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Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel:

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your
anguish ;

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate,. light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,-
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above:
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing,
Earth has no sorrow, but heaven can remove.

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HYMN 291, C. M.

The Friend of Sinners.

thou art the sinner's Friend;
As such I look to thee;

Now, in the fullness of thy love,
O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,—
Remember Calvary;

Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;

While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty-I am vile,
But thy salvation's free;

Then, in thine all-abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

? 5 And, when I close my eyes in death,
When creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer God!
I pray, remember me.

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HYMN 292, S. M.

Repentance, in view of Christ's Compassion.

1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep?

And shall our cheeks be dry?

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Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears

The angels wondering see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.

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3 He wept-that we might weep ;-
Each sin demands a tear ;-
In heaven alone no sin is found,-
There is no weeping there.

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HYMN 293, C. M.

The Soul casting itself on Christ.

APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;
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 burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered 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!

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HYMN 294, C. M.
In-dwelling Sin lamented

TH tears of anguish, I lament,
Before thy feet, my God!

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false, as mine has been;

So faithless to its promises,-
So prone to every sin.

3 How long, dear Saviour! shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?

When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

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Reveal, great God! thy mighty arm,
And haste to rescue me.

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HYMN 295, C. M.

Sin bewailed at the Cross.

I! if my soul was formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should, like rivers, flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'T was for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,-
And groaned away a dying life,
For thee, my soul!-for thee.

3 Oh! how I hate those sins of mine,
That shed the Saviour's blood;

That pierced and nailed his sacred flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

4 Yes, my Redeemer! they shall die;
My heart hath so decreed;

Nor will I spare the guilty things,
That made my Saviour bleed.

5 While, with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

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HYMN 296, C. M.

Mourring at the Sepulchre.

E humble souls that seek the Lord!

Cast all your fears away;

Draw near, and, with delight, behold
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;-
'T was love that brought him low;

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Thus low in death the Saviour lay,
Who lived and bled for you.

3 If ye have wept at yonder cross,
And still your sorrows rise,

Stoop down, and view the vanquished grave,
And wipe your weeping eyes.

4 Your Saviour lives,-for ever lives!—
Raise a triumphant strain;

No powers of hell, nor bars of death,
The conqueror could detain.

5 O'er heaven and earth he now presides,
Though once among the dead;
And to eternity shall reign

Creation's glorious Head.

6 Ye mourning souls! rejoice, while you
His empty tomb survey;

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As Christ arose, so you shall rise
To realms of endless day.

HYMN 297, C. M.

Returning to Christ.

aff 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart

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Has wandered from the Lord!

How oft my roving thoughts depart,—
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls-" Return!"
Dear Lord! and may I come?

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My vile ingratitude I mourn;

Oh! take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,
And bid my crines remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live,
To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace! thy healing power,
How glorious-how divine!

That can, to life and bliss, restore
A heart so vile as mine!

5 Thy pard'ning love-so free, so sweet-
Dear Saviour! I adore;

Oh! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

CONVERSION.

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HYMN 298, C. P. M.
The New Birth.

AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in bonds of guilt I found,
And knew not where to go:

One solemn truth increased my pain,-
The sinner" must be born again,"

Or sink to endless woe.

2 I heard the law its thunders roll,
While guilt lay heavy on my soul,-
A vast oppressive load:

All creature aid I saw was vain;
The sinner "must be born again,"
Or drink the wrath of God.

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How Jesus conquered death and hell,
To bring salvation near:

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Yet still I found this truth remain,-
The sinner "must be born again,"
Or sink in deep despair.

mp 4 But, while I thus in anguish lay,
The bleeding Saviour passed that way,
My bondage to remove :

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The sinner, once by justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.

HYMN 299, L. M.

God, the Portion of the Soul

aff 1 FAR from thy fold, O God! my feet

Once moved in error's devious maze;

Nor found religious duties sweet,

Nor sought thy face, nor loved thy ways.

2 With tenderest voice, thou bad'st me flee
The paths, which thou couldst ne'er approve;
And gently drew my soul to thee,

With cords of sweet eternal love.

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