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6 Oh, grant me then this one request,
And I'll be satisfy'd,
HYMN 154. L. M.
Giv'n by the God of love and pow'r;
HYMN 155. L. M.
2 'Tis fill'd with thine unchanging love,
HYMN 156. Eights.
And magnify thy grace divine ;
And make his heart to thee resign;
I long to lie beneath tly throne ; m thee to live, in thee to move,
And stay myself on thee alone :
And bless them with thy gracious smiles, .. A gentle shepherd of thy sheep,
To guard them from the tempter's wiles ; How calm their s:ate, how truly blest, Who trust in thee for promis'd rest! 4 Take me, dear Saviour, for thine own,
And make me love thy righteous cause ; Be thou my portion, Lord, alone,
And bend me to obey thy laws : Let me in thy dear arms be blest, And find in thee the promis'd rest !
HYMN 157. C. M. Rejoice with trembling in hope of Heaven. I WAS a grov'ling creature once, 1 And basely cleav'd to earth; I wanted wisdom to renounce
The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God hath spoke from heav'n above,
And blest a guilty worm ;
To seek an angel's form.
And there delighted stand ; hear the promise from on high,
And view the glorious land. 4 Blest Lord of all the vast domain,
This promise is to me ; The length, the breadth, and all the plain,
And more than faith can see. 5 Though comforting this gracious pledge,
To thee for help I call,
Uphold me lest I fall!
My strength is not my own; Oh, let me tremble at his word, Then none shall cast me down.
HYMN 158. Eights and Sevens.
Trusting in the Grace of Christ. TIS the Lord thus far hath brought me,
1 By his watchful, tender care; Sure'tis he himself hath taught me
How to seek his face by pray’r :
After so much mercy past,
Will he give me up at last? 2 True I've been a guilty creature, And have sinn'd against his grace ; But forgiveness is his nature, 'Though he justly hides his face ;
Ere he call'd me, well he knew
What a heart like mine would do.
This is all I have to plead,
HYMN 159. C. M.
D Once night was turn'd to day;
Which I had sinn'd away.
To See thy grace divine ;
Who made such blessings mine.
A wretch so vile as [..
And, Abba Father, cry?
And cheer my drooping heart;
Or bid my fears depart.
HYMN 160. L. M. The Burthened Soul praying for Relief. VITH kind compassion hear my cry, VV O Jesus, Lord of life, on high! And on thy servant's drooping head, The dews of blessing sweetly shed. 2 Change all my sad complaints to ease, To chcerful notes of endless praise ; A sense of pard'ning favor give, And raise my mind and bid me live. 3 My fears of danger while I breathe, My dread of endless heil beneath, My sense of sorrow for my sin, To springing comfort change within. 4 Be not to me a Judge severe, For so thy presence, who can bear? But Oh, regard prý mournful cry, And look with percy's gracious eye. 5 Then grant, o Lord, that I may burn, To make my Saviour some return; And be my heart inspir'd to rise, On wings of love to yonder skies. 6 Lead me with joy to bear my cross, Despising ev'ry grief and loss, Since thou, despising shame and pain, Stretch'd on the bloody cross, was slain.
HYMN 161. L. M. Prayer of a Penitent. Psa. vi. Paraphraseus OH, that the Lord would hear my cry,
U And stay his anger, lest I die ! Thy wrath is just-yet oh, forgive! And let a mourning sinner live.