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Hast thou my sins forgiven,
Then leaving things behind,
May I press on to heaven,
And bear the prize in mind.

3 Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me,
Tho' I am oft to blame;
As thy reward, O take me
Anew, just as I am;
Grant me henceforth, dear Saviour,
While in this vale of tears,
To look to thee, and never
Give way to anxious fears.

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AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray From thee! how prone to lust and pride!

Nature oft strives to bear the sway,
And turn my heart from thee aside;
Yet such vile, wretched sinners are
The objects of thy love and care.

2 Forbid, O Lord, each vain desire,
Bind my affections to thy cross;
Quench all the sparks of nature's fire,
May I count all for thee but loss:
Lord Jesus, tear each idol down,
Thy love within my heart inthrone.

3 O Jesus, wipe away my tears,

Be unto me a healing balm; Warm thou my heart, dispel my fears, And speak the tempest to a calm: Remove the maladies of sin, And in thy blood O wash me clean. 4 I gladly will show forth thy praise, If thou wilt gird me with thy pow'r, And sing the glories of thy grace, Until my pilgrimage be o'er. With hallow'd fire inspire my tongue, And love shall be my endless song.

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my own works at last I cease, For God alone can give me peace; Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, Of my own strength I must despair. 2 Lord, I despair myself to heal, I see my sin, but cannot feel True sorrow, till thy Spirit show My unbelief, the source of woe. 3 'Tis thine alone to change the heart, Thou only canst good gifts impart, I therefore will my heart resign To thee, O cleanse and seal it thine! 4 With humble faith on thee I call, My Light, my Life, my Lord, my All; I wait, O Lord, to hear thee say, "My blood hath wash'd thy sins away." 5 Speak,gracious Lord, my sicknesscure, Make my infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And give thyself unto my heart.

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O JESUS, could I always keep

My eye on thee, the living way, I then, tho' once a wand'ring sheep Should no more err, or run astray; But wheresoe'er thou goest, I Should follow thee, not asking why. 2 O that I never might, forget, What thou hast suffer'd for my sake, To save my soul, and make me meet Once of thy glory to partake: O might I oft in spirit see How thou wast crucify'd for me. 3 But, gracious Lord, when I reflect How oft I've turn'd my eye from thee; How treated thee with cold neglect,

And listen'd to the enemy; And yet to find thee still the same, This fills my soul with humble shame. 4 Astonish'd at thy feet I fall,

Thy love exceeds my highest thought; Henceforth be thou my All in all,

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LORD Jesus, my most faithful Friend,
Thy aid unto thy child extend
In each temptation's trying hour,
That sin may not thy grace o'erpow'r.
2 That spark enkindled in my heart
Remain unquench'd, tho' all the art
Of sin and Satan be combin'd
To make me leave my matchless Friend.
3 O let thy Spirit stay with me,
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groan and speak my wants to thee; Still let him show my ev'ry need, And that in thee I'm help'd indeed. 4 Thy faithfulness I oft have prov'd, In countless trials quite unmov'd; Thy grace alone can me preserve, When my frail heart from thee would

swerve.

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Thou who with blood my soul hast GRACIOUS Redeemer, Lamb of

bought:

May I henceforth more faithful prove, And ne'er forget thy dying love.

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WHEN, having been with guilt opprest,

My wand'ring spirit findeth rest

Thro' Jesus' pard'ning grace; Then I by faith can call him mine, My needy soul doth then incline

To be in Mary's happy place. 2 My pray'r is: "Jesus, let me hear Thy voice, which can instruct & cheer My poor and worthless heart; For should I cease thy words t' obey, And from thy blessed presence stray, Nature would soon its pow'r assert." 3 A single eye, a faithful heart, Dear Jesus, to thy child impart, In ev'ry trying hour; Reason's tormenting thoughts prevent, Still keep my eye on thee intent,

Till sight my faith & hope o'erpow'r.

God,

I thirst alone for thee,

I long t' enjoy thy saving grace,
And taste thy mercy free.

2 For mercy, mercy, Lord, I ask,
This is the total sum:
Mercy, good Lord, is all my suit,
O let thy mercy come!

3 Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know each thought; On me look down in mercy, Lord,

Whom thou with blood hast bought. 4 My faithless heart, O gracious Lord, In ev'ry danger help afford, Correct with gentle hand;

Alone I cannot stand.

5 Without thy favor while I live,
Life but a burden is;
Nought else can satisfaction give,
Experience shows me this,

6 Haste then, O Lord, to thee I pray:
Impart to me thy grace,
That when this life is fled away
In heav'n I may have place.

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AH give me, Lord, myself to feel,
My inbred misery reveal:
Ah give me, Lord, (I still would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray ;
My
business this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r.
2 Father, I want a thankful heart;
I wish to taste how good thou art,
To plunge into thy mercy's sea,
And comprehend thy love to me
More fully with the saints below,
Till I, as I am known, shall know.

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WITH what unwearied faithfulness
Lord hast thou followed me!
Tho' 1 regardless of thy grace

In darkness stray'd from thee;
How heavy hung the dismal cloud,
How did distresses on me crowd!
And I, despairing of relief,
In thee had no belief.

2 But thou my kind, almighty Friend, Didst sin's dominion quell;

My mis'ry and confusion end,
And ev'ry cloud dispel ;
One look into thy pierced heart
Alleviates the keenest smart,
There mercy without bounds I see
Is moving ev'n for me.

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MY case to thee is fully known,
On thee I cast my care,
Dear Saviour, that thy will be done
In me, is all my pray'r;

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I harbor in my No thought that cannot bear the test, When thou discover'st by thy light To me what is not right.

2 Reality and solid ground,

Firm root in thee to gain; To feel,thy precious blood hath drown'd Whatever gives thee pain; 'Tis this I want, nor can I be Content, till I am one with thee,

Until life is hid in thine, my

Till thou art wholly mine.

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To ransom us.

2 To Jesus Christ is due eternal praise,

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THIS yields true joy and pleasure
To Christ, when with one voice
His people in their measure

Exalt his sacrifice,

And praise him for the wounds which

he

Receiv'd for our redemption
For our high calling in these gospel days; Upon th' accursed tree.
What divine enjoyment & consolation
Dowe now gain from Jesus' incarnation
And bitter death!

3 If we in Jesus' saving name believe,
And pardon of our sins from him receive;
With his blood besprinkled, and cleans-
ed truly,

In soul and body we are render'd holy,
And have his mind.
4 And thus by faith we live,&yet not we,
But Christ lives in us so effectually,
That, by him renewed and actuated,
We are in him unto good works created,
And grow in grace.

2

Of his complete salvation
We witness here below,

And gladly make confession,
Resolv'd nought else to know.
God in his wisdom did ordain,

That lost, repenting sinners
His righteousness should gain.
3 No holiness availeth

With God, but this alone;
The Holy Spirtt sealeth

This truth, that in the Son
By faith we're freely justify'd,

And gain sanctification,
Because for us he dy'd.

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JESUS, the church's Lord and Head! O mightst thou o'er thy flock be glad, Whom thou, while sinners, by thy blood Hastransom'dand brought nigh to God.

2 Since thou our wretched, lost estate didst commiserate,

In
mercy
And feeble flesh and blood assume,
To save us from the wrath to come;
3 We are, if we in thee believe
And from thy fulness grace receive,
Cleansed and sanctify'd by thee,
And serve thy name acceptably.

4 Renew'd in heart, we're then inclin'd
To live according to thy mind,
Can we do good-with cheerfulness
We do it, and give thee the praise.
5 Whatever honours thee our Lord,
What's called virtue in thy word,
Is honest, lovely, pure and just,
By faith in thee is then produc'd.
6 Preserve, O Lord, our garments pure,
Keep us from ev'ry harm secure;
Our members render, thro' thy grace,
Blest instruments of righteousness.
7 May spirit, soul and body be
A pleasing sacrifice to thee;
Thy name we bear, our hearts thou
know'st

In thee alone we place our trust.

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PRAISE to Christ, the Son of God!
Who assum'd our flesh and blood,
Since he death for us endur'd,
And eternal life procur'd.

2 When we see our names enroll'd 'Mongst the sheep of Jesus' fold, Wond'ring, we ourselves confess Undeserving of such grace.

3 And when we explore the end, Why our Lord would condescend To assume humanity,

Us thereby to sanctify:

4 And reflect on all the pain, Which for us he did sustain,

On his labors, sorrows, cares,
On his tears, and fervent pray❜rs;
5 Poverty, and ev'ry want
To our nature incident,
Which he bore, and which for us
Are all meritorious;

6 Then thro' his enabling grace,
We with joy can run our race,
While we him in mem❜ry bear,
Who was tempted as we are,
7 Yea, 'midst failings numberless,
We rejoice that we are his;
And if we his word obey,
Each of us may cleanse his

way, 8 Tho' the outward mark and scar Of the fall doth still appear, Yet we're freed from sin's hard yoke, Since our bonds and chains he broke. 9 Mighty God, we humbly pray : Carry thy victorious sway In the flesh to such a length, That we gain thy godlike strength, 10. Grant that all of us may prove, By obedience, faith, and love, That our hearts to thee are giv'n, That our treasure is in heav'n.

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How can a sinner here below
Be pleasing unto God?
By his own righteousness?-O no:
Alone thro' Jesus' blood.

2 If any thing in us appears
Unlike to Jesus' mind,
To own it with repenting tears
Ah, may we be inclin'd!

3 A child of God for ever pants
More like his Lord to be;
Tho' with conviction still he grants,
That none is good but HE.
4 Oft as in spirit Christ he views
This is his humble cry,
Which he continually renews
"As thou wast, O were I!"

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