Oft abus'd thee to thy face, Trampled on thy richest grace! 3 Justly might thy vengeful dart Pierce this bleeding, broken heart; Justly might thy kindled ire Blast me in eternal fire. 4 But with thee there's mercy found, Balm to heal my every wound; Sooth, oh, sooth the troubled breast, Give the weary wanderer rest. HYMN 96. S. M. Orange, Bridgeport. LORD, help me to repent With sin forever part; And to thy gracious eye present 2 A heart with grief opprest, 3 Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire; With true sincerity of wo, My aching breast inspire; 4 With soft'ning pity look, And melt my hardness down; Strike, with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone. Τ HYMN 97. L. M. Surry, Darwent, Warwick, 2 The Saviour smiles! upon my soul HYMN 98. L. M. Surry, Kingsbridge. 1 RIEND of the friendless and the faint! Where can I lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless sinner, poor! 2 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain? 3 That were a grief I could not hear, Didst thou not hear and answer prayer: 1 HYMN 99. L. M. Surry, Kingsbridge, Carthage. WITH conscious guilt and bleeding WITH heart, + Near to thy throne of grace I fly ; 66 2 My first, my only cry shall be, HYMN 100. L. M. Truro, Kent, Bath. JESUS, full of truth and grace, I now would flee to thine embrace; s Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now; Fill all my soul with filial fears: To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow. 4 O, give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at th' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart; Implant, and root it deep within! HYMN 101. L. P. M. Harlington, Eaton. T. R. ATHER of mercies, God of love! Oh, hear a humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above, Thy throne of glorious majesty: Oh, deign to listen to my voice, And bid this drooping heart rejoice. 2 I urge no merits of my own, For I, alas, am all that's vile; No-when I bow before thy throne, Dare to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea, That dearest, sweetest name to me! 3 Within this heart of mine, I feel The weight of sin's oppressive load: Oh, help! or else I sink to hell, Crush'd by thine arm, avenging God! Entomb'd within that dread abyss, And exil'd from the realms of bliss! 4 But ah! the thought alone is hell That prospect drives me to despair; Can snatch me from that dread abode; 6 Father of Mercies, God of Love! Thy throne of glorious majesty: CHRIST. HYMN 102. C. M. MEDLEY. MORT Braintree, Colchester. His Nativity. ORTALS, awake, with angels join, Joy, love, and gratitude, combine 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, Through all the shining legions ran, 3 Swift, through the vast expanse, it flew, And loud the echo roll'd; The theme, the song, the joy was new, "Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky And angels flew with eager joy, |