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Lamenting Sin.


load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit!
At Jesu's feet to lay it down,

To lay my soul at Jesu's feet! 2 When shall mine eyes behold the LAMB?

The God of my salvation see?
Weary, O LORD, Thou know'st I am:

- Yet still I cannot come to Thee. 3 Rest for my soul I long to find :

SAVIOUR of ALL, if inine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp Thine image on my heart. 4 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.
5 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God,

Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,

The labour of Thy dying love. 6 I would, but Thou must give the pow'r,

My heart from ev'ry sin release : Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with Thy perfect peace. 7 Come, LORD! the drooping sinner cheer,

Nor let Thy chariot wheels delay! Appear, in my poor heart appear!

My God, my SAVIOUR, come away!


Lúmenting Sin. 1 O LORD, how vile am I,

1 Unholy and unclean! How can I dare to venture nigh,

With such a load of sin ?

2 If I attempt to pray,

And lisp Thy holy Name,
My thoughts are hurried soon away,

I know not where I am.

3 If in Thy Word I look,

Such darkness fills my mind, I only read a sealed book,

But no relief can find. 4 Thy Gospel oft I hear,

But hear it still in vain ;
Without desire, or love, or fear,

I like a stone remain. 5 Myself can hardly bear

This wretched heart of mine;
How hateful then must it appear

To those pure eyes of Thine ? 6 And must I then indeed

Sink in despair and die?
Fain would I hope that Thou didst bleed

For such a wretch as I. 7 Low at Thy feet I bow,

Oh pity and forgive!
Here will I lie, and wait till Thou

Shalt bid me rise and live,


Lumenting Sin.- Instability.

1 WHY is my heart so far from Thee, ,

My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day

With Thee, no more by night?

2 Why should my foolish passions rove?

Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in Thy love,

As I have found in Thee?

3 When my forgetful soul renews

The savour of Thy grace,
My heart presumes I cannot lose

The relish all my days.

4 But ere one fleeting hour is past,

The flattering world employs Some sensual bait to seize my taste,

And to pollute my joys.

5 Then I repent and vex my soul

That I should leave Thee so: Where will those wild affections roll,

That let a SAVIOUR go?

6 Wretch that I am to wander thus

In chase of false delight!
O fix my soul beneath Thy cross,

Nor let me lose Thy sight,

Christ our Protection from Wandering.
1 JESUS, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,

On whom I cast my ev'ry care,
On whom for all things I depend,

Inspire, and then accept my pray’r. 2 If I have tasted of Thy grace,

The grace that sure salvation brings ; If with me now Thy SPIRIT stays,

And hov'ring hides me in His wings; 3 Still let Him with my weakness stay,

Nor for a moment's space depart;
Evil and danger turn away,

And keep till He renews my heart.
4 When to the right or left I stray,
His voice behind me may

I hear ; “ Return, and walk in Christ Thy way; “ Fly back to CHRIST ; for sin is near.


Lumenting Wanderings.
THE contrite heart that only sighs
For mercy, Thou wilt not despise ;
Thou wilt incline a gracious ear
To humble penitential pray’r:
In Jesu's Name I come to Thee,

If mercy may be found for me. 2 Yes, I have stray'd from Thee, my GOD;

Have slighted Thy afflicting rod;
Have plac'd my heart on things below;
In them have found my joy, my woe;
Have murmur'd oft át Thy decree;
And strangely swerv'd from serving Thee.


3 O GOD! my wanderings forgive;

O bid Thine erring creature live!
Subdue this self-willd stubborn heart,
Which would not from it's idols part;
Whate'er offends Thee, LORD, remove,
And fill my soul with perfect love!


Walking in Darkness.

1 Hear, gracious God! my humble moan,

To Thee I breathe my sighs:
When will the mournful night be gone?

And when my joys arise?
2 My God-O could I make the claim

My FATHER and my Friend-
And call Thee mine by ev'ry name

On which Thy saints depend!
3 By ev'ry name of pow'r and love,

I would Thy grace entreat;
Nor should my humble hopes remove,

Nor leave Thy sacred seat.
4. Yet though my soul in darkness mourns,

Thy Word is all my stay;
Here I would rest till light returns,

Thy presence makes my day.
5 Speak, LORD! and bid celestial peace

Relieve my aching heart :
O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,

And all the gloom depart.

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