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This stony heart can ne'er relent,
Till Jesus makes it soft.
3 I would, but cannot love,
Though woo'd by love divine;
No arguments have pow'r to move
A soul so base as mine.

4 I would, but cannot rest
In God's most holy will;
I know what he appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still.

5 O could I but but believe !
Then all would easy be:

I would, but cannot-Lord, relieve, My help must come from thee! 6 But if indeed I would,

Though I can nothing do;
Yet the desire is something good,
For which my praise is due.

7 By nature prone to ill,

Till thine appointed hour,
I was as destitute of will
As now I am of pow'r.

8 Wilt thou not crown at length
The work thou hast begun?
And with a will afford me strength,
In all thy ways to run?

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HYMN 82. P. M. 7.

In temptation flying to Christ.

JESUS, lover of my soul,

While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,

Oh, receive my soul at last? 2 Other refuge have I noné,

Lo! I helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee :
Thou art all my trust and aid,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing!
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Reign, O Lord, within my heart,
Reign to all eternity,

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HYMN 83. C. M.

In distress pleading with God.

that I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God!
I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad.

2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
'What sorrows I sustain ;

How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.

3 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God;

I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.
5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish ev'ry fear;

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He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.

ONO

HYMN 84. P. M. 7.

In Darkness.

NCE I thought my mountain strong,
Firmly fix'd no more to move;
Then my Saviour was my song,

Then my soul was fill'd with love;
Those were happy, golden days,
Sweetly spent in pray'r and praise.
2 Little, then, myself I knew,

Little thought of satan's pow'r;
Now I feel my sins anew;
Now I feel the stormy hour!
Sin has put my joys to flight;
Sin has turn'd my day to night.

3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul,
Bid my dying hopes revive;
Make my wounded spirit whole,
Far away the tempter drive;
Speak the word and set me free,
Let me live alone to thee.

HYMN 85. C. M.

Making God a refuge in trouble.
EAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,

DEA

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone can'st heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For ev'ry pain I feel.

3 But O when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet gracious God, where shall I flee ?
Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Tho' prostrate in the dust.

HYMN 86. P. M. 7.

The Christian Pilgrim encouraged.

1 PILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin, Haste to Zion's gate to-day;

There, till mercy let thee in,

Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray.

2 Knock-for mercy lends an ear;

Weep-she marks the sinner's sigh;
Watch-till heav'nly light appear;
Pray-she hears the mourner's cry.
3 Mourning Pilgrim ! what for thee
In this world can now remain ?
Seek that world from which shall flee
Sorrow, shame, and tears and pain.

4 Sorrow shall forever fly;

Shame shall never enter there; Tears be wip'd from ev'ry eye; Pain in endless bliss expire.

HYMN 87. P. M. 8, 7, 4,

Hope encouraged.

MY soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness;
Bid thy restless fears begone;

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Look to Jesus,

And rejoice in his dear name.

2 What though Satan's strong temptations
Vex and grieve thee day by day;
And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay;
Thou shalt conquer-

Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood.
3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within
Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee;
But will save from hell and sin;
He is faithful

To perform his gracious word. 4 Tho' distresses now attend thee,

And thou tread'st the thorny road;
His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon he'll bring thee home to God;
Therefore praise him-

Praise the great Redeemer's name.
5 Oh, that I could now adore him,
Like the heav'nly hosts above,
Who forever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters!

When shall I your chorus join?

HYMN 88. L. M.

Darkness Removed.

1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind,

And smiling day once more appears ;

Then, my Redeemer ! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 1 chide my unbelieving heart; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 3 0, let me then, at length, be taught (What I am still so slow to learn,) That God is love and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth and easy to repeat; But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still.

6 Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine;

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Thou therefore all the praise receive;
Be shame and self abhorrence mine.
HYMN 89. L. M.

Life and Safety in Christ alone.
HOU only Sov'reign of my heart,
My refuge, my Almighty Friend:
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go,

A wretched wand'rer from my
Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and wo,
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Thy Name my inmost pow'rs adore ;
Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
Depart from thee!-'tis death-'tis more,
Tis endless ruin-deep despair!

4 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

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HYMN 90. C. M.

Love to the creature dangerous.

H How false, and yet how fair!

OW vain are all things here below!

Each pleasure has its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

HYMN 91. S. M.

Watchfulness and Prayer.

MY soul be on thy guard;

Ten thousand foes arise;

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