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Thou knowest from my very birth
I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 4 Nor dare I to profess,
As beggars often do,
My faults have been but few;
It would be what I should deserve. 5 Nor dare I to pretend
I never begg'd before,
I'll trouble thee no more:
And ofter: I must come again.
For such a wretch as I,
My soul can satisfy :
Until a blessing thou bestow. 7 Nor can I willing be,
Thy bounties to conceal From others, who like me,
Their wants and hunger feel; I'll tell them of thy mercy's store,
And try to send ten thousand more. 8 Thy ways, thou only wise,
Our ways and thoughts transcend, Far as the arched skies
Above the earth extend : Such pleas as mine men would not bear, But God receives the beggar's prayer.
HYMN 40. C. M. 1
As such I look to thee; Now in the bowels of thy love,
O Lord! remember me. ? Remember thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary; Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.
JESUS! thou art the singer's friend ;
3 Thou wondrous advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;
O Lord! remember me.
Yet thy salvation's free;
O Lord! remember me.
Howe'er oppress'd I be; Howe'er afflicted here on earth,
Do thou remember me.
And creature helps all flee,
I pray, remember me.
HYMN 41. P. M. * DEAR Jesus! here comes and knocks at thy
A beggar for crumbs, distressed and poor,
At last overtaken when running from God. 2 To ask children's bread I dare not presume,
But, Lord, to be fed with fragments I come;
For lo! thou art able iny wants to sustain. 3 I own I deserve no favour to see,
So long did I swerve and wander from thee, Till brought by affliction my follies to mourn;
Now under conviction to thee I return. 4 For since thou hast said, thou'lt cast away none
Who fly to thine aid as sinners undone;
And on this sweet promise I humbly rely. 5 I cannot depart, dear Jesus, nor yield,
Till my poor heart feels this promise fulfill'd;
HYMN 42. C. M. 1 A FELHETETOONS No sent; they seem severe, They stopp'd the prodigal's career,
And caused him to repent. 2 Although he no relentings felt,
'Till he had spent his store, His stubborn heart began to melt,
When Famine pinch'd him sore. 3 “What have I gaind by sin," he said,
“But hunger, shame, and fear? My father's house abounds with bread,
While I am starving here. 4 "I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before face, Unworthy to be call'd his son,
I'll seek a servant's place.”
He saw, and ran, and smil'd;
of his rebellious child.
“Enough,” the father said; Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead.
Go spread the news around,
Was lost, but now is found.”
To call poor sinners home;
HYMN 43. P. M.
Justice, with a flaming sword,
When I first beheld my Lord. 3 Terrified with Sinai's thunder,
Straight I flew to Calvary,
Where I saw with love and wonder,
Him, by faith, who died for me. 3 “Sinner,” he exclaimed, “ I've loved thee
With an everlasting love;
Thou shalt dwell with me above." 4 Sweet as angel's notes in heaven
When to golden harps they sound,
To the soul by Satan bound. 5 Sweet as angels' harps in glory,
Was that heavenly voice to me,
Bleed and die to set me free!
Sinners, hear and sing his praise : "Tis the God that holds the thunder,
Shows himself the God of grace.
HYMN 44. P. M.
Afflicted and trembling with fear,
He hasted to show himself kind.
Whom they had ill treated and sold i
But God, for your sakes, sent me here." 3 Though greatly distressed before,
When charg'd with purloining the cup,
And will he our household maintain ?
Oh, this is a brother indeed!" 4 Thus, dragg'd by my conscience, I came,
And ladend with guilt, to the Lord;
The sentence," Thou cursed, depart!” 5 But oh! what surprise when he spoke,
While tenderness beam'd in his face;
And raise thee in glory to reign. 6 "I am Jesus whom thou hast blasphemed,
And crucify'd often afresh;
That they may be willing to come,
HYMN 45. C. M.
My fainting hope relies.