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Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I.
He never will permit
Lord of An.
ALL hail the power of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye ransom'd from the fall;
And crown him Lord of all. 3 Let every kindred, every tribe,
Throughout this earthly ball, To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all. 4 We too, amid the sacred throng,
Low at his feet would fall, Join in the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. 731.
“I am the Lord that bealeth thee."--Exod. xv, 26. HEAL us, Immanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess;
We faintly trust thy word; But wilt thou pity us the less?
Be that far from the Lord! 3 Remember him who once applied,
With trembling for relief; “Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,
“O help my unbelief."
And healing virtue stole,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
To touch thee, if we may;
Send none unheal'd away.
732. “ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God."-Ps. cxxxix. 17
INDULGENT God, how kind
Was enmity with thee;
My spirit longs for thy embrace.
Which o'er my bosom roll;
And captivate my soul;
3 Preserved in Jesus when
My feet made haste to hell;
But thou dost all things well;
Which from the pit deliver'd me. 4 A monument of grace,
A sinner saved by blood;
Up to the fountain, God;
733, "Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts," &o.—Matt. xv. 19. ASTONISH'D and distress'd, I turn my eyes within; My heart with loads of guilt oppressid,
The seat of every sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there! Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear. 3
Almighty King of saints!
These tyrant-lusts subdue;
And all my powers renew.
Shall loud hosannas raise;
The Lord's Supper.
Thy groans and dying cries,
And sighs of pity rise? 2 Much harder than the hardest stone
That man's hard heart must be. Alas, dear Lord, with shame we own,
That just such hearts have we.
Will (as they have been oft)
Unless thou make them soft. 4 Dissolve these rocks; call forth the stream,
Make every eye a sluice;
Who wept so much for us. 5 And while we mourn, and sing, and pray,
And feed on bread and wine,
From the life of grace within,
8. 7. 4.
2 On the Saviour's fulness living,
All bis saints obtain delight;
Let my helpless soul be found;
“Show me a token for good."-Psalm lxxxvi. 17.
And that my treasure is above. 2 My supplication, Lord, is this,
That all my sins may be subdued;
May be to me and for my good. 3 O seal my pardon to my soul,
And then proclaim my peace with thee; Thus make my wounded conscience whole,
And that will be for good to me.
And gorern all my words and ways;