3 I cannot live without thy light
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thy holy joys my God restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the suff'rings of thy Son.

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325. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Penitence. Psalm li.

BROKEN heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die!
Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
4 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shail join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness.
$26. C. M. Mr. John Fawcett.
The Penitent.

1MYO help me by thy grace!
With penitential grief to mourn,
And all my sins confess.

Y God, to thee I would return;

The world, with its alluring toys,
Hath long ensnar'd my mind,
With painted shows of carnal joys,
Which leave a sting behind.

3 Guiity, and self-condemn'd, I lie
Before thy awful throne!

I know I have deserv'd to die;
Yet save me through thy Son!
4 In his dear name may I partake
The pardon I implore;

And for thy sov'reign mercy's sake
My wand'ring feet restore.

3 Thy healing grace, O God, impart,
Relieve my trembling soul!

O let thy comforts cheer my heart,
And all my fears control!

6 Confirm me by thy pow'r divine
Lest I again should stray;
Seal me, my God, for ever thine
And keep me in thy way.

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327. C. M Dr. Stennett.

The penitent Thief. Luke xxiii. 42.
AS on the cross the Saviour hung
And wept, and bled, and died,

He pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languish'd at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;

Then turu'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his pray'r address d:

3 Jesus, thou Son aud heir of Heav'n,
Thou spotless Lamb of God!

"I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood!

4 Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,
In triumph thou shalt rise,

Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

5 Amid the glories of that world,
'Dear Saviour think of me,
And in the vict'ries of thy death,
Let me a sharer be.'

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,

To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.'

328. C. M.

Joy in Heaven on the Conversion of a Sinner. Luke xv. 3, 4.

1 WHEN some kind shepherd from his fold Has lost a straying sheep,,

Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves,
And climbs the mountain's steep.

2 But, O the joy, the transport sweet,
When he the wand'rer finds!

Up in his arms he takes his charge,
And to his shoulder binds.
Homewards he hastes to tell his joys,
And make his bliss complete:
The neighbours hear the news, and all
The joyful shepherd greet.

4 Yet how much greater is the joy
When but one sinner turns,

When the poor wretch, with broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!

5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.
6 Angels rejoice in londer strains,
And seraphs feel new fire;

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A wand'ring sheep's return'd, they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.

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329. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Blessedness of the True Penitent.
OLEST is the man, for ever bless'd,
Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God,
Whose sins with sorrow are confess'd,
And cover'd with his Saviour's blood.
2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities;

He pleads no merit of reward,

And not on works, but grace relies. 3 From guile his heart and lips are free; His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith sincere. 4 How glorious is that righteousness That hides and cancels all his sins! While a bright evidence of grace Thro' his whole life appears and shines. 330. L. M. Dr. Watts.

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Faith and Repentance, Unbelief and
Impenitence.

LIFE and immortal joys are given

To souls that mourn the sins they've done;
Children of wrath made heirs of heav'n
By faith in God's beloved Son.

SINNERS.

2 Woe to the wretch who never felt
The inward pangs of pious grief!
But adds to all his crying guilt
The stubborn sin of unbelief.
3 The law condemns the rebel dead,
Under the wrath of God he lies;
He seals the curse on his own head,
And with a double vengeance dies.

331. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Few saved; or, the almost Christian.

1 BROAD is the road that leads to death,
thousands walk together there!
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveller.
2' Deny thyself, and take thy cross,'
Is the Redeemer's great command!
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavu'ly land.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteem'd almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new;

True holiness may I attain,

And rise to endless glory too!

YOUTH.

332. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. Regard to Scripture pressed upon Young Persons. Psalm cxix. 9.

1INDULGENT God, with pitying eye

The sons of men survey,

And see how youthful sinners sport
In a destructive way.

2 Ten thousand dangers lurk around,
To bear them to the tomb;

Each, in an hour, may plunge them down
Where hope can never come.

3 Reduce, O Lord! their wind'ring minds,
Amus'd with airy dreams,

That heav'nly wisdom may dispel
Their visionary schemes.

4 With holy caption may they walk,
And be thy word their guide;
Till each the desert safely pass'd,
On Zion's hill abide.

333. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.

Young Persons encouraged to seek and love
Christ. Prov. viii. 17.

VE hearts with youthful vigour warm,
In smiling crowds draw near,

And turn from ev'ry mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant giories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3 The soul that longs to see my face,
Is sure my love to gain;

And those that early seek my grace,
Shall never seek in vain.

4 What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compar'd with thee?

What beauty should command my love,
Like that in Christ I see?

5 Away, ye false delusive toys,
Vain tempters, of the mind!
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.

334. L. M. Dr. Watts.

A hopeful Youth falling short of Heaven.

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Mark x. 21.

UST all the charms of nature then,
So hopeless to salvation prove?

Can hell demand, or heav'n condemn
The man whom Jesus deigns to love?

2 The man who sought the ways of truth, Paid friends and neighbours all their due! (A modest, sober, lovely youth,)

And thought he wanted nothing now.

3 But mark the change! Thus spake the Lord, "Come part with earth for heav'n to-day," The youth, astonish'd at the word,

In silent sadness went his way.