4 O my Jefus, turn, and fee;
View the griefs that lie on me;
Wars without, and fights within,
All occafion'd by my fin.

Do not, Lord, my woes forget,
Mind thy cross, and bloody fweat:
O! regard thy cries and tears,
Think upon thy groans and pray'rs.

6 Didft thou our diseases bear ?
Didft thou our temptations share ?
Pity then, O pity me;
Friendless, if forfook by thee.

7

Afks my Lord what I would have?
My immortal spirit fave:

This my ftony heart remove,
This my foul renew, and prove.

8 Saviour stoop, to let me know
All thy holy will below;
Shew me all my fins forgiv❜n,
Shew my place prepar'd in heav'n.

9 Left I err, or turn afide,

Let thy Spirit be my guide;
Lead me in the perfect road,
Then receive me up to God.

HYMN

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HYMN

XXXVII. S. M.

L

The trembling feeker.

ORD, I am poor, and weak, Soon from my hope remov'd; Help me, that I may rightly feek, And find I am belov❜d.

2 The journey is too hard,
The work is too fevere;

My troubled spirit, Lord, regard,
And give me ftrength to bear.

3

Without thee I am dead,
Yet fpeak the gracious word,

And I fhall raife my drooping head,

4

And call my Jefus Lord.

I wou'd thy leisure stay,
And bear thy chaft'ning hand;
The only thing for which I pray,
Is, that I ftill may ftand.

5

But ! without thee, Lord,

I nothing right can do,

I find no sweetness in the word,

But threats, and clouds, and woe.

6 Attend to my complaint,

The finner's friend and mine; Hafte to fupply thy fervant's want, And let thy prefence shine.

7 Saviour

7 Saviour, be near me still,

And make, and keep me poor;
With me thou art, but in me dwell,
And I can afk no more.

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HYMN XXXVIII.C.M.

RE

Defertion

ETURN, Redeemer, O return,
And let thy bowels move;

See how difconfolate I mourn,
Estranged from thy love.

2 Ah Lord! I know my faithless heart;
How I have flighted thee!
Yet let thy spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy face from me.

I have abus'd thy tender care,
Thy sweet embraces fled!

And now in tears I make my pray'r,
And guilty droop my head.

4 Alas! my Lord, my tears are vain;
See Jefu's healing stream;
Regard his forrow and his pain,
And pardon me through him.

5

If open'd were his wounds for fin

And peace be purchas'd there; Then let my foul be wash'd therein, And all the virtues fhare.

D

6 Rife,

6 Rife, Lord, and let thy light return;
O be not abfent long!

Shine, and my foul fhall cease to mourn,
And love be all my fong.

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HYMN

XXXIX. C. M.

Vifiting the fick.

EACE from the Lord falute this house,

PEAC

all who dwell therein;

Eternal peace be with the foul
Corrected for his fin.

2 Skilful phyfician of the flock,
The fearcher of the reigns;

Thou know'ft the forrows of our hearts,
Our fickneffes, and pains.

3 Then haften to our brother's need,
O! turn thee to his cry;

Close to his heart, which pants for thee,
Thy bleeding fide apply.

4 Dear Saviour, lend thy gentle hand,
Support his fainting head;
Thy holy fpirit give him aid,

Thy love make all his bed.

5 As yields the outward man to death,
And fenfe and life decay;

So let the inner man increase,
And strengthen day by day.

6 If thou haft not already fhewn,
Now fhew his fins forgiv'n;
Affure his foul thy pray'rs have gain'd
A place for him in heav'n.

7 Beyond the fkies, when fummon'd hence,
Ó! let his fpirit foar,

To pleasures at the Lord's right hand,
And joys for evermore.

H Y MN

XL.-C. M.

A prayer for faith.

AIL! Alpha, and Omega, hail!
Author of all our faith;

The finisher of all our hopes,
The truth, the life, the path.

2 Hail! Firft, and Laft, the morning-ftar!
In whom we live and move;
Encrease our little spark of faith,
And multiply our love.

3

O! let us go from strength to strength,

From grace to greater grace;

From one degree of faith to more,
Till we behold thy face.

Let that belief which Jefus taught,
Be treasur'd in our breaft;

The evidence of unfeen joys,
The substance of our rest.

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