e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, o Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

L. M. SECOND PART. Armley. Geneva. [b] Original and actual Sin confessed.

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1 LORD, 1 am vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defiled in every part.

3 [Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true,
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]

d 4 Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

-6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone :

o Thy blood can make me white as snow
No Jewish types can cleanse me so.

e 7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease,
-Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.]

L. M.

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THIRD PART. Gloucester. Bath. [*]

The Penitent restored.

1 THOU, who hear'st when sinners cry,

Though all my crimes before thee lie,

Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.

-2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
e 3 [I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight!
-Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

e 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
--Thy help and comfort still afford:

And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

-5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

o The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.]

p 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
-7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
o I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
o Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
C. M. FIRST PART. Bangor. [b]
Sin confessed and pardoned.

1

ORD, I would spread my sore distress,
And guilt, before thine eyes;

e Against thy laws, against thy grace,

How high my crimes arise!

2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust,

Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,

And earth must own it just.

-3 I from the stock of Adam came,

Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,
And all iny nature sin.

4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;

And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.

e 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.

o 7 Then will I make thy mercy known,.
Before the sons of men;

o Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again.]

C. M. 2D PART. Bishopsgate. Canterbury.[b] Repentance, and Faith in the Blood of Christ. GOD of mercy, hear my call,

1

My load of guilt remove;

Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

-2 Give me the presence of thy grace;
Then my rejoicing tongue

o Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song.

e 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, For sin could e'er atone:

o The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone.

-4 A soul oppressed with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;

A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

PSALM 53. C. M. Mear. [*]

Ver. 4-6. Victory and Deliverance from Persecution

all the foes Zion

Who thus devour her saints'

Do they not know her Saviour rules,

And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seized with sad surprise;
For God's revenging arm

Scatters the bones of them who rise
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array;

When God has first despised their host,
They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Zion's King,
Her captives to restore!

Jacob with all the tribes shall sing,
And Judah weep no more.

PSALM 55. C. M. Canterbury. [b] V. 1-8, 16, 17, 18, 22. Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul.

1 O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,

Behold my flowing tears;

For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levelled at my life,
My soul with guilt they load;
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound;
I groan with every breath:
Horror and fear beset me round,
Amongst the shades of death.]

e 4 O were I like a feathered dove,
And innocence had wings;
-I'd fly, and make a long reinove
From all these restless things.

e 5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

-6 Vain hopes-and vain inventions all,

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To 'scape the rage of hell!

-The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.

PAUSE.

o 7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry;

The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

o 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid :

Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.

-9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all :
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.

o 10 [My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise,
e While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days.]
S. M. Aylesbury. [*]

V. 15, 16, 17, 19, 22. Dangerous Prosperity; or, Daily Devotion.

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1

LET sinners take their course,

And choose the road to death;
-But in the worship of my God,
I'll spend my daily breath.

2 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light;
1 seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night.
3 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God :'

e While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod.

p 4 Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear, nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.

5 But I, with all my cares,
Will lean upon the Lord;

I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.

o 6 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love:

g The ground on which their safety stands No earthly power can move.