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HYMN 198. S. M.
Appointed for the poor;
Has waited for a cure.
My malady to heal ? He knows how long I've languish'd here,
And what distress I feel. 3 How often have I thought
Why should I longer lie? Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I. 4 But whither can
To make a sinner whole. 5 Here then, from day to day,
I'll wait, and hope, and cry; Will Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?
He never will permit
HYMN 199. C. M.
(As numbers often do,) Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 6 Wilt thou forsake me too '
2 Ah, Lord' with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast, My faith will fail
, I shall decline,
To save a wretch like me ;
If i depart from thee?
Thou art the Christ of God; Who hast eternal life secur'd,
By promise and by blood. 5 The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my case ! Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace. 6 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart ;
HYMN 200. Eights and Sixes.
Power of Divine Love. Acte ix. 6. F God had bid his thunders roll,
lightningstash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been :
And now I hate my sin.
Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free; Releas'd from Satan's hard command, See all my pow'rs in waiting stand,
To be employ'd by thee.
3 My will conform’d to thine would move; On thee my hope, desire, and love,
In fix'd attention join : My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue Have Satan's servants been too long,
But now they shall be thine.
And on thy gospel tread ?
HYMN 201. C. M.
Joy in the Holy Ghost.
My spirit doth rejoice
I hear his joyful voice.
Who have a feast at home :
The Comforter is come. 3 Down from on high the blessed Dove,
Is come into my breast;
This is my heav'nly feast.
With confidence of soul;
And that without control.
From God's eternal throne,
And from the Lamb, a living stream,
Clear as the chrystal stone.
It makes the angels sing ;
Hence all my joys do spring.
And full of glory too ;
As worldlings do not know.
From fancy 'tis conceal'd ,
And hast to me reveal d.
I taste thy sweetest love' ;
The wings of Noah's dove ! 10.Then should I Ay far hence away,
Leaving this world of sin ;
And kindly take me in.
On joys that always last :
Who gives nie here a taste.
HYMN 202. C. M. Rejoicing in a Revival of Religion. HARRY buadelier sound on earth ’tis founch, Of dying love that's from above,
Of pardon bought most dear,
2 God's ministers, a flaming fire,
Are passing through the land,
King Jesus is at hand.” 3 Young converts sing, and praise their king,
And bless God's holy name ;
And joy to join the theme.
To call upon the Lord,
In which they scorn’d his word.
Of those who hate the truth ;
Have mercy on the youth.
On ev'ry aching heart ;
That they may have a part.
And pray with one accord ; Saints, raise your songs--with joyful tongues, To hail th' approaching Lord.
HYMN 203. L. M. An awakened Sinner lamenting his past security.
How little of myself i've seen!
, Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, Thoughtless of God whom I defy’d. 2 I heard of heav'n, I heard of hell, Where bliss and woe eternal dwell