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HYMN 33. C. M. 1
COME, humble singer, in whose breast Come with your guilt and fear oppress'd;
And make this last resolve 2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sins
Have like a mountain rose: I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever me oppose.
And there my guilt confess;
Without his sov'reign grace.
Whose sceptre pardon gives; Perhaps he may command a touch,
And then the suppliant lives. 5 “Perhaps he may admit my plea,
Perhaps he'll hear my prayer: But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
I am resolved to try;
I must for ever die."
HYMN 34. C. M. 1
BEHOLDathe, wretch, whose lust and wino
To taste the husks they eat !
“I starve in foreign lands;
And bounteous are his hands.
Fali down before his face ;
Nor cau deserve thy grace."
4 He said, and hasten'd to his home,
To seek his father's love;
And all his bowels move.
Embrac'd and kiss'd his son ;
For follies he had done. 8 " Take off his clothes of shame and sin,"
The father gives command:
With rings adorn his hand. 7" A day of feasting I ordain,
Let joy and mirth abound;
HYMN 35. C. M.
Where Jesus answers prayer; There bumbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
And such, O Lord, am I.
By Satan sorely press d;
I come to thee for rest.
That, shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him " thou hast died." 30 wond'rous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and strame: That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious naine. 6“ Poor tempest-lossed soul be still,
My proniis'd grace receive; Tis Jesus speaks, I must, I will, .I can, I do believe.
HYMN 36. P. M.
INCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine. Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load; All plaintive I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease,
The blood of atonement apply,
The rock that is higher than I.
Thy presence is fair to behold;
My groanings that cannot be told. 3 If sometimes I strive as I mourn,
My hold of thy promise to keep,
And plunge me again in the deep.
The tempter suggests with a roar,
Thy God will be gracious no more." 4 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath design'd
No covenant blessing for me;
Some pleasure in waiting for thee.
T'hy grace is my shield and my tower;
Let this be the day of thy power.
HYMN 37. P. M.
AY. I cannot let thee go.
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Yet the question gives a plea
To support my suit with thee. 3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
That poor rebel, Lord, was I. 4 Once a sinner near despair,
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; Mercy heard, and set him free;
Lord, that mercy came to me. 5 Many years have pass'd since then,
Many changes I have seen,
Who could hold me up but thou? 6 Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need;
This emboldens me to plead;
Canst thou let me sink at last? 7 No-I must maintain my hold,
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold: I can no denial take, When I plead for Jesu's sake.
HYMN 38. P. M.
"Till Jesus made me whole; There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul:
And snatched me from the grave To tell to all around me
His wond'rous power to save. 2 The worst of all diseases
Is light, compared to sin, On every part it seizes,
But rages most within : 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness all combin'd, And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
7 From men great skill professing,
I sought a cure to gain;
And added to my pain.
Some gave me up for lost;
And all my hopes were cross'd. | At length this great physician,
(How matchless is his grace,) Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case :
For sin mine eyes had seal'd;
I look'd, and I was heald. 1 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by an eye of faith,
And saves the soul from death.
His help he'll freely give,
HYMN 39. P.M.
Waits at thy mercy's door:
Relief from men to gain,
I know thou would'st disdain :
Are such as men would scorn to bear. 1 ( have no right to say,
That though I now am poor,
When I possessed more: