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HYMN 288, C. M.

Penitence.

aff 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet, A guilty rebel lies;

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And upwards, to thy mercy-seat,
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 Let not thy justice frown me hence;
Oh! stay the vengeful storm;
Forbid it, that Omnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow could suffice
To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should, from both my weeping eyes,
In ceaseless currents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;

No tears, but those which thou hast shed,—
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord!
And all my sins forgive;

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Then justice will approve the word,

That bids the sinner live.

HYMN 289, C. M.

Pleading for Mercy.

aff 1 LORD! at thy feet, we sinners lie, And knock at mercy's door;

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With bleeding heart, and downcast eye,
Thy favor we implore.

2 Without thy grace, we sink oppressed,
Down to the gates of hell;

Oh! give our troubled spirits rest,
Our gloomy fears dispel.

3 'Tis mercy-mercy now-we plead;
Let thy compassion move;

Mercy, that led thee once to bleed,

In tenderness and love.

4 In mercy now, for Jesus' sake,

O God! our sins forgive;

Thy grace our stubborn hearts can break,
And, breaking, bid us live.

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

COME, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish,

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.

1 JESUS! 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.

HYMN 292, S. M.

Repentance, in view of Christ's Compassion.

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Christ o'er sinners weep?

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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.

3 He wept that we might weep ;—
Each sin demands a tear ;-

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In heaven alone no sin is found,-
There is no weeping there.

HYMN 293, C. M.

The Soul casting itself on Christ.

aff 1 APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,

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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.

af 1 WIT WITH tears

ITH 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?

ef 4 Break, sovereign grace! Oh! break the charm,
And set the captive free:
Reveal, great God! thy mighty arm,
And haste to rescue me.

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HYMN 295, C. M.

Sin bewailed at the Cross.

! 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,

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I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

HYMN 296, C. M.

Mourning at the Sepulchre.

YE 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;

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

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HYMN 297, C. M.

Returning to Christ.

OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
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?

My vile ingratitude I mourn;

Oh! take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,
And bid my crimes 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..

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