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As my Guide, my Guard, my friend,
HYMN 111. L. M.
Prayer for Quickening Grace. OUR wishes would our ruin prove, U Could we our wretched choice obtaiv; Before we feel the Saviour's love, Kindling our love to him again.. 2 But when our hearts perceive his worth, Desires, till then unknown, take place ; Our spirits cleave no more to earth, But pant for holiness and grace. 3 And dost thou say, “ Ask what thou wilt ?" Lord, I will seize the golden hour ; I pray to be releas'd from guilt, And freed from sin and Satan's pow'r. 4 More of thy presence, Lord, impart, More of thine image let me bear; Erect thy throne within my heart, And reign without a rival there.
HYMN 112. C. M.
Faith's Review and Expectation. A MAZING grace! (how sweet the sound) A That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
The hour I first believ'd!
I have already come ;
And grace will lead me home.
His word iny hope secures;
As long as life endures.
And mortal life shall cease;
A Lfe of joy and peace.
The sun forbear to shine ;
HYMN 113. L. M.
The Pressure of Sin.
Oh, that I could at last submit,
To lay my soul at Jesu's feet. 1 2 When sball mine eyes behold the Lamb,
The God of my salvation see Weary, O Lord, thou know'st I am, 0 Yet still I cannot come to thee.
Rest for my soul I long to find ;
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart. 4 I would (but thou must give the pow'r)
My heart were from its sins releas'd : Oh, let me see that happy hour,
"Twill fill my soul with heav'nly peace. 4 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Let not my Jesus long delay,
HYMN 114. L. M.
A Sinner submitting to God. W EARY of struggling with my pain,
Vy Hopeless to burst this sinful chain, At length I give the contest o'er, And seek to free myself no more. 2 From my own works at last I cease God that creates must seal my peace ; Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, Unless thy sov'reign grace I share. 3 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; I see my sin but cannot feel ; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid th’ obedient waters flow. 4. 'Tis thine a heart of Aesh to give, ... Thy gifts, I only can receive; Here then to thee I all resign, To draw, redeem, and seal is thine. 5 With simple truth to thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all : I wait the moving of the poolI wait the word that speaks me whole.
6 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
HYMN 115. L. M.
Invitation to Sinners. SINNERS, obey the gospel word,
Haste to the supper of your Lord ; Be wise to know your gracious day, All things are ready, come away. 2 Ready the Father is to own, And kiss his late returning Son: Ready the gracious Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands." 3 Ready the Spirit from above, To fill the sinful heart with love; T' apply and witness Jesu's blood; And wash and seal you sons of God, 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate ; Tuning their harps, by which they praise, The wonders of redeeming grace. 5 Come then, ye sinners, to the Lord, To happiness in Christ restor'd; His proffer'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel grace. 6 Oh, quit this world's delusive charms, And quickly fly to Jesu's arms; Wrestle, until your God is known, Till you can call the Lord your own.
HYMN 116 C. M.
Fortitude under Reproaches. TID'ST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
U and bear the cross for me? And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or shall I basely flee?
To suffer shame or loss;
And glory in thy cross.
And holy courage bold; Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.
The face of feeble man ?
Before thee in the van.
At this reviving word;
To follow thee, my Lord.
And call me what they will, If I may glorify thy name, And be thy servant still.
HYMN 117. C. M.
Nor is thy gospel weak;
And heal the dying Greek.