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3 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread ;
palsy in my head.
And impotent and lame;
With folly, fear and shame.
Tumultuous in my breast ;
And rob me of my rest.
And set my spirit free;
HYMN 142 C. M.
The Saviour's pard’ning blood,
And bring me home to God.
His praises tun'd my tongue;
His love was all my song:
And saw his glory shine :
I calld each promise mine.
My soul in darkness mourns ;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns. 5 My pray’rs are now a chatt'ring noise,
For Jesus hides his face ;
But will not reach my case. 6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail,
And make my soul thy care ; I know thy mercy cannot fail, Let me that mercy share.
HYMN 143. Sevens.
The Christian in Darkness. SAVIOUR, shine and cheer my soul,
Bid my dying hopes revive ; Make my wounded spirit whole,
Far away the tempter drive; Speak the word, and set me free, Let me live alone to thee. 2 Once I thought my mountain strong,
Firmly fix'd no more to move ;
Then my soul was fill'd with love ;
Little thought of Satan's pow'r ;
Now I feel the stormy hour!
“ Boaster, where is now your God ?"
Silence, Lord, this cruel foe,
Let him know I'm bought with blood : Tell him, since I know thy name, Though I change, thou art the same.
HYMN 144. C. M.
The Contrite Heart. THE Lord will happiness divine
1 On contrite hearts bestow : Then tell me, gracious GOD, is mine
A contrite heart or no ?
Insensible as steel ;
To find I cannot feel.
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 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
When in thy house of pray'r ; But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there. & 6 Oh, make this heart rejoice or ache ;
Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.
HYMN 145. Sevens.
Self-Examination. is a point I long to find, 1 Oft it causes anxious thought ; Am I to the Lord inclin'd! Am [ his, or am I not! 2 If I love, why am I thus ? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name? 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove ? Ev'ry trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 4. When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild ; Fill'd wish unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child ? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do ; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you ? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall ; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all ? 7 Could I joy his saints to meet, Choose the ways I once abhor'd, Find at times, the promise sweet, If I did not love the Lord ? 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case ! Thou who art thy people's sun ;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
HYMN 146. L. M.
Vanity of the World. VEALTH is a blessing only lent, VV To be repaid by deeds of love ; God gives his bounties to be spent; To hoard them will his anger move. 2 The world's esteem is but a bribe ; To buy its peace we sell our own; Enslav'd by an applauding tribe, Who hate us while they make us known. 3 The joy that vain amusements give, To him who thoughtless sports and sings, Is like the honey of a hive, When guarded by a thousand stings. 4. 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools That live upon her treach'rous smiles; She leads tiern, blindfold, by her rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. 5 'Tis thus that thousands hasten down From pleasure, into endless woe ; And with a long despairing groan, Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 Warn’d by their woes, may we be wise, Delighting in a Saviour's charms ;
Then God will take us to the skies, Embrac'd in everlasting arms.