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Turn us, Lord, from self away,

And from Jesus send supplies. 4 Every burden'd soul relieve,

Wipe away the mourner's tears;
Help them fully to believe,
And on thee to cast their cares.

“There is forgiveness with thee."-Psalm cxxx. 4.
FORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound
To malefactors doom'd to die;
Lord, may this bliss in me be found,

May I redeeming grace enjoy.
2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine,

'Tis full, out-measuring every crime; Unclouded shall its glories shine,

And feel no change by changing time. 3 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand,

And like the mountains for their size,
The seas of sovereign grace expand,

The seas of sovereign grace arise.
4 For this stupendous love of heaven,

What grateful nonours shall we show?
Where much transgression is forgiven,
May love in equal ardour glow.


“Unto you which believe he is precious."—1 Peter ii. 7. Exceeding precious is my Lord;

His love divinely free!
And his dear name does health afford,

To sickly souls like me.

C. M.

2 lt cheers a debtor's gloomy face,

And breaks his prison door;
It brings amazing stores of grace

To feed the gospel poor.
3 And if with lively faith we view

His dying toil and smart;
And hear him say, “ It was for you!".

This breaks the stony heart.
4 A heavenly joy his words convey;

The bowels strangely move;
We blush, and melt, and faint away,

O'erwhelmed with his love.
5 In such sweet posture let me lie,

And wet thy feet with tears,
Till, join'd with saints above the sky,
I tune my harp with theirs.

“God hath revealed them unlo us by his Spirit."-1 Cor. ii 10.
GREAT God, how deep thy councils lie;

Supreme in power art thou;
All things to thy omniscient eye,

Are one eternal now. 2 Thy thoughts of peace to Israel's race,

From everlasting flow'd;
And when thou hid’st thy lovely face,

Thou still art Israel's God.
8 In ties of blood, and nothing less,

We claim thee as our own;
And God the eternal Spirit bless,
Who makes the kindred known.

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4 Long as the covenant shall endure,

Made by the great Three-One,
Salvation is for ever sure,
To every blood-bought son.

8. 7. 4, “I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction,"-Isa, xlvii. 10. Sons of God, in tribulation,

Let your eyes the Saviour view; He's the Rock of our salvation, He was tried and tempted too:

All to succour Every tempted, burden'd son. 2 Tis, if need be, he reproves us,

Lest we settle on our lees; Yet he in the furnace loves us, 'Tis express'd in words like these:

“ I am with thee,
Israel, passing through the fire."
3 To his church, his joy and treasure,

Every trial works for good;
They are dealt in weight and measure,

Yet how little understood:

Not in anger,

But from his dear covenant love. 4 If to-day he deigns to bless us

With a sense of pardon'd sin,
Perhaps to morrow he'll distress us,
Make us feel the plague within;

All to make us
Sick of self, and fond of him.



“He healeth the broken in heart."--Ps. oxlvii. 3.
JESUS heals the broken-hearted;
O how sweet that sound to me!
Once beneath my sin he smarted,

Groan'd and bled to set me free.
2 By his sufferings, death, and merits;

By his Godhead, blood, and pain;
Broken hearts, or wounded spirits,

Are at once made whole again.
3 Broken by the law's loud thunder,

To the cross for refuge flee;
O’er his pungent sorrows ponder,

'Tis his stripes that healeth thee. 4 Oil and wine to heal and cherish,

Jesus still to Israel gives;
Nor shall e'er a sinner perish,
Who in his dear name believes.
In his righteousness confiding,
Shelter'd safe beneath his wing;
Here they find a sure abiding,

And of covenant mercy sing.
6 Seek, my soul, no other healing,

But in Jesus' balmy blood;
He, beneath the Spirit's sealing,
Stands thy great High Priest with God.

8. 7. 4. “ To the uttermost."-Heb. vii. 25. ALL-SUFFICIENT is our Jesus, Though our sins are black as hell;

L. M.

From pollution he can raise us,
Or from nature's deepest cell:

He on Calvary
Cancell'd all his people's sin.
2 Weeping saint, forget thy mourning,

Why cast down, or troubled so?
To the cross thy eyes be turning,
See what healing virtues flow:

Christ exalted,
Is the hope of Israel now.

Pleading for Pardon.
Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive!
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass

The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God! thy nature hath no bound,

Se let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,

And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,

Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,

I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,

I must pronounce thee just in death;

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