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Look down, O LORD, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
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;
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.
1 RISE, O my soul, the hours review,
2 Thy tears are dried, thy griefs are fled,
3 Hear, then, O GOD! thy work fulfil, And, from thy mercy's throne,
And penetrates the inmost sky.
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;
HYMN 141. C. M.
10 LET triumphant faith dispel
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.
HYMN 150. III. 3.
1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows;
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.
1 LORD, my GOD, I long to know,
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,
HYMN 157. L. M.
1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
So to thy presence, LORD, I flee,
1 A8, panting in the sultry beam, The hart desires the cooling stream,
2 But rising griefs distress my soul,
4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
HYMN 161. L. M.
1 LORD! unafflicted, undismay'd,