5 Oh make this heart rejoice or acheDecide this doubt for me;

And if it be not broken, break,

And heal it, if it be.

92. Contrition. C. M.

Cowper.

THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye.

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said "Return?"

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!

4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!

And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

93. Godly Sorrow. C. M.

Steele.

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

And upward to thy mercy-seat

Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence; Stay, stay the vengeful storm: Forbid it, that omnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice pay the debt I owe

To

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.

Stennett.

94. The Penitent's Supplication. L. M.
10 THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry!
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

Watts.

95. Grieve not the Spirit. C. M.

1 AND does the Spirit kindly move
To wake my drowsy heart;

And shall I slight and grieve his love,
And bid him hence depart?

2 Shall I the tempter's voice believe,
And still refuse to pray;
And thus the Holy Spirit grieve,
And bid him go his way?

3 This solemn warning, once receiv'd,
I dare no longer slight;
The Holy Spirit often griev'd,
May take his final flight.

96. Hoping, yet trembling. C. M.
1 MY soul would fain indulge a hope
To reach the heavenly shore;

And when I drop this dying flesh,
That I shall sin no more.

2 I hope to hear, and join the song,
That saints and angels raise;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.

3 But Oh-this dreadful heart of sin!
It may deceive me still;
And while I look for joys above,
May plunge me down to hell.

4 The scene must then for ever close-
Probation at an end!

No Gospel grace can reach me there,
No pardon there descend.

5 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come,
To me thy Spirit give;

Shine through a dark, benighted soul,
And bid a sinner live.

J. Steward.

97. In-dwelling sin lamented. C. M.

1 WITH tears of anguish I lament, Here at 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 Savior, shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will
And give my conscience rest?

4 Break, sovereign grace, O break the charm, And set the captive free:

1

Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.

ΟΙ

98. Repentance. L. M.

Stennett.

H that my load of sin were gone!
Oh that I could at last submit!
At Jesus' feet to lay me down:
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Rest for my soul I long to find-
Savior, if mine indeed thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within-
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

99. Repentance. C. M.

1 HOW 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 bliss and life restore
Se vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet
Dear Savior, I adore;

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

Steele.

100. The Heart healed by Mercy. 7, 6.

1

SIN enslaved me many years,

And led me, bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came swarming o'er my mind.
"Where," I said in deep distress,
"Will these sinful pleasures end?
"How shall I secure my peace,

"And make the Lord my friend?"

2 Friends and ministers said much
The Gospel to enforce;

But my blindness still was such,
I chose a legal course:

Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove;
Scarce would show my face abroad;
Fear'd almost to speak or move—
A stranger still to God.