Look down, O LORD, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard❜ning GOD.
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue:
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The LORD, my strength and righteousness.
HYMN 136. L. M.

1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been, And tong in vain thy grace received; Tenhousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; 3 Yet, O! the mourning sinner spare,

In honor of my great High Priest; Nor, in thy righteous anger, swear

T exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release;

Uphold me with thy gracious hand;
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
HYMN 137. L. M.
10 THAT my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit,
At JESUS' feet to lay it down!

To lay my soul at JESUS' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find;

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, iny GOD; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power, My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.

HYMN 138. C. M.
Penitential Gratitude.

1 RISE, O my soul, the hours review,
When awed by guilt and fear,
To heaven for grace thou durst not sue,
And found no rescue here.

2 Thy tears are dried, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell'd each bitter care;
For heaven itself has lent its aid
To save thee from despair.

3 Hear, then, O GOD! thy work fulfil, And, from thy mercy's throne,

HYMN 140.

L. M.
1 FAITH is the Christian's evidence
Of things unseen by mortal eye;
It passes all the hounds of sense,

And penetrates the inmost sky.
2 Things absent it can set in view,
And ring far distant prospects home;
Events long past it can renew,

And long foresee the things to come. 8 With strong persuasion, from afar The heavenly region it surveys, Embraces all the blessings there,

And here enjoys the promises. 4 By faith a steady course we steer, Through ruffling storms and swelling

seas, O'ercome the world, keep down our fear, And still possess our souls in peace. 5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears

Safe and serene, though oft distress'd;
By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest.

HYMN 141. C. M.
Rom. viii. 31-34.

10 LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and wo!
If GOD be for us, GOD the LORD,
Who, who shall be our foe?

2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant, 'That boundless love can give

18 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry;

We 're trav'lling through IMMANUEL'S ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

LOVE.

HYMN 150. III. 3.

1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee

For the bliss thy love bestows;
For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O GOD, my weak endeavor;

This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warm'd to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the GOD that sought thee,

Wretched wand'rer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away; Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing,

Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear 3 LORD, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before thy footstool kneeling,

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless: Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, Love's pure flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise.

HYMN 151.

III. 1.

1 LORD, my GOD, I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love thee, LORD, or no?
Am I thine, or am I not?

2 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Any duty give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love?

3 When I turn mine eyes within, Oh! how dark, and vain, and wild! Prone to unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself thy child?

4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall: Should I grieve for what I feel,

If I did not love at all?

5 Could I love thy saints to meet, Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, Find at times the promise sweet,

If I did not love thee, LORD?

6 Saviour! let me love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray :
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day,

HYMN 157. L. M.

1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonor on thy LORD,
And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before his mercy seat,
Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his premise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?

So to thy presence, LORD, I flee,
So longs my soul, O GOD, for thee;
Athirst to taste thy living grace,
And see thy glory, face to face.

1 A8, panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling stream,

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2 But rising griefs distress my soul,
And tears on tears successive roll;
For many an evil voice is near,
To chide my wo, and mock my fear;
And silent mem'ry weeps alone
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.
3 For I have walk'd the happy round
That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
And gladly swell'd the choral lays,
That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise,
What time the hallow'd arches rung
Responsive to the solemn song.

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast!
Turn, turn to Him, in every pain,
Whon suppliants never sought in vain;
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.

II. S.

HYMN 160.
A Compassionate High Priest.
Hebrews iv. 15.

1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
5 And, oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the fast,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death-for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

HYMN 161. L. M.
Sanctified Affliction.

1 LORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,
In pleasure's path how long I stray'd,
But thou hast made me feel thy rod!
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.