'To the Lord our God belong mercies and forgivenesses, though we have rebelled

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against Him.

ORD, Thy mercy now entreating,
Low before Thy throne we fall;

Our misdeeds to Thee confessing,
On Thy name we humbly call.

2 Sinful thoughts and words unloving
Rise against us one by one;
Acts unworthy, deeds unthinking,
Good that we have left undone;

3 Hearts that far from Thee were straying,
While in prayer we bowed the knee;
Lips that, while Thy praises sounding,
Lifted not the soul to Thee;

4 Precious moments idly wasted,

Precious hours in folly spent;
Christian vow and fight unheeded;
Scarce a thought to wisdom lent.

5 Lord, Thy mercy still entreating,
We with shame our sins would own;
From henceforth, the time redeeming,
May we live to Thee alone.

6 Heavenly Father, bless Thy children;
Hearken from Thy throne on high;
Loving Saviour, Holy Spirit,

Hear and heed our humble cry.

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'Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace.'

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PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea;

With this I venture nigh:

Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,

By war without and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.

m 4 Be Thou my Shield and Hiding-place,
That, sheltered near Thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him Thou hast died.

mf 50 wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name!

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'Ask, and it shall be given you.'

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare;

Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

2 Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

mp 3 With my burden I begin :
Lord, remove this load of sin;

Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

m 4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest;

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Take possession of my breast;

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There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

m 5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

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'Hear Thou in heaven Thy dwelling place.'

WTo Thy goodness flee;

HEN the weary, seeking rest,

When the heavy-laden cast
All their load on Thee;

When the troubled, seeking peace,
On Thy name shall call;
When the sinner, seeking life,
At Thy feet shall fall;

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the worldling, sick at heart,
Lifts his soul above;
When the prodigal looks back

To his Father's love;

When the proud man from his pride
Stoops to seek Thy face;
When the burdened brings his guilt
To Thy throne of grace;

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When the stranger asks a home,
All his toils to end;

When the hungry craveth food,
And the poor a friend;
When the sailor on the wave

Bows the fervent knee;
When the soldier on the field
Lifts his heart to Thee;

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the man of toil and care,
In the city crowd,

When the shepherd on the moor,
Names the name of God;
When the learnèd and the high,
Tired of earthly fame,
Upon higher joys intent,

Name the blessèd name;

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When the child, with grave fresh lip,
Youth, or maiden fair,

When the agèd, weak and grey,
Seek Thy face in prayer;
When the widow weeps to Thee,
Sad and lone and low;

When the orphan brings to Thee
All his orphan woe;

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,
In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.

When creation, in her pangs,
Heaves her heavy groan;
When Thy Salem's exiled sons
Breathe their bitter moan;

When Thy widowed, weeping Church,
Looking for a home,

Sendeth up her silent sigh,

'Come, Lord Jesus, come!'

Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry,

In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high.