This traitor vile I fain would shun, 2 When to the throne of grace I flee, 3 When I attempt to soar above, 4 Lord! free me from this deadly foe, HARRISON. HYMN 38. L. M. Armley. A penitent pleading for pardon. 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord! forgive; Are not thy mercies large and free? 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 3 O! wash my soul from every sin, 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord! should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord! Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, WATTS. HYMN 39. 8s. 7s. 4. Greenville. Sinners entreated by the mercies of Christ. 1 Come ye sinners-poor and wretched, He is willing-doubt no more. 2 Come, ye thirsty-ye are welcome! True belief, and true repentance, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Agonizing in the garden, Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies! On the bloody cross behold him, Hear him cry before he dies,"It is finish'd!"- Heaven's atoning sacrifice! 4 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of his blood: Venture on him-venture wholly; Can do helpless sinners good. HYMN 40. C. M. Ferry. Repentance. 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart How oft my roving thoughts depart, 2 Yet Sovereign mercy calls-"Return;" My vile ingratitude I mourn; O! take the wand'rer home. 3 And canst thou,-wilt thou yet forgive, And shall a pardon'd rebel live, 4 Almighty grace! thy healing pow'r, That can to life and bliss restore, A heart so vile as mine. 5 Thy pard'ning love-so free-so sweet,Dear Saviour! I adore; O! keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. HYMN 41. C. M. Walsal. Social dedication to God. 1 Being of beings, God of love! To thee our hearts we raise; HART STEELE. Thy all sustaining pow'r we prove, 2 Thine, wholly thine, we want to be, Made, and preserv'd and sav'd by thee, 3 Come Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love Shed in our hearts abroad; So shall we ever live and move, And be with Christ, in God. Montgomery's Sel. HYMN 42. L. M. Wells. Sin and holiness. 1 What jarring natures dwell within, 2 Now I complain, and groan and die, Now raise my songs of triumph high, Sing a rebellious passion slain, Or mourn to feel it live again. 3 One happy hour beholds me rise, 4 Great God! assist me thro' the fight, Make me triumphant in thy might, Thou the desponding heart canst raise, The vict'ry mine and thine the praise. HART. SEL. HYMN 43. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Self-examination. 1 'Tis a point I long to know, Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull, this lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse; Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove— Ev'ry trifle give me pain If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within, 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 7 Could I joy his saints to meet, 8 Lord! decide the doubtful case! Thou who art thy people's sun; |