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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;
“There is forgiveness with thee."-Psalm cxxx. 4.
May I redeeming grace enjoy.
'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 arise.
What grateful nonours shall we show?
“Unto you which believe he is precious."—1 Peter ii. 7. Exceeding precious is my Lord;
His love divinely free!
To sickly souls like me.
2 lt cheers a debtor's gloomy face,
And breaks his prison door;
To feed the gospel poor.
His dying toil and smart;
This breaks the stony heart.
The bowels strangely move;
O'erwhelmed with his love.
And wet thy feet with tears,
Supreme in power art thou;
Are one eternal now. 2 Thy thoughts of peace to Israel's race,
From everlasting flow'd;
Thou still art Israel's God.
We claim thee as our own;
4 Long as the covenant shall endure,
Made by the great Three-One,
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,
Every trial works for good;
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,
All to make us
“He healeth the broken in heart."--Ps. oxlvii. 3.
Groan'd and bled to set me free.
By his Godhead, blood, and pain;
Are at once made whole again.
To the cross for refuge flee;
'Tis his stripes that healeth thee. 4 Oil and wine to heal and cherish,
Jesus still to Israel gives;
And of covenant mercy sing.
But in Jesus' balmy blood;
8. 7. 4. “ To the uttermost."-Heb. vii. 25. ALL-SUFFICIENT is our Jesus, Though our sins are black as hell;
From pollution he can raise us,
He on Calvary
Why cast down, or troubled so?
Pleading for Pardon.
The power and glory of thy grace;
Se let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
And past offences pain my eyes.
Against thy law, against thy grace;
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;