569

WILLIAM B. Bradbury,

Biglow & Main:

9

428, 361, 431,

2 In penitential grief we sigh,
And lift to thee our humble cry,
Won by thy love, we turn to Him
Who died to save us from our sin.

3 Hear us, great Shepherd of thy sheep!
Our wanderings heal, our footsteps keep:
We seek thy sheltering fold again,
Nor shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain.

4 O God! we praise thee for thy grace:
How sweet the smiling of thy face!
O let thy grace our hearts control,
And fill with love each longing soul.
5 Teach us to know and love thy way;
And grant, to life's remotest day,
By thine unerring guidance led,
Our willing feet thy paths may tread.
Josiah Pratt.
570

316, 101, 19,

1 Он, turn, great Ruler of the skies!
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes;
Nor let the offenses of my hand
Within thy book recorded stand.
2 Give me a will to thine subdued,
A conscience pure, a soul renewed;
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,
An outcast from thy presence roam.

3 0, let thy Spirit to my heart

Once more his quickening aid impart;
My mind from every fear release,
And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace.

James Merrick.

How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

3 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Thy mercy now shall end my grief ;
For I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
572

638, 101, 136.

Isaac Watts.

1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence :
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; Let noise and vanity be gone;

In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

Isaac Watts.

573

C. H. A. MALAN.

10 THOU that hearest when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold me 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.

3 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a sinner seek thy throne;
To plead the merits of thy Son.

Isaac Watts.

575

787, 746, 538.

1 JESUS demands this heart of mine,
Demands my love, my joy, my care;
But ah! how dead to things divine,
How cold my best affections are!
2 'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
O for one happy, cloudless hour
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight!

3 Come, gracious Lord! thy love can raise
My captive powers from sin and death,
And fill my heart and life with praise,
And tune my last expiring breath.

4 Take, then, O Lord, this heart of mine,
My grateful love, my joy, my care;
No longer dead to things divine,
With thee my best affections are.

576

136, 624, 51.

Anne Steele.

1 WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in thee?
The fullness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thine eternal love?

2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt ?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,-
A helpless soul that comes to thee
With only sin and misery.

3 Lord, I am blind; be thou my sight: Lord, I am weak; be thou my might: A helper of the helpless be,

And let me find my all in thee.

Charles Wesley.

584

182

G. C. W. MORNINGTON.

Say

my soul!

810, 558, 762.

2 Touch with thy mighty hand;
Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand
My danger and thy power.
3 Give me on thee to call,

Always to watch and pray,
Lest I into temptation fall,

And cast my shield away.
4 For each assault prepared
And ready may I be;
Forever standing on my guard,
And looking up to thee.

5 0 do thou always warn
My soul of evil near;
When to the right or left I turn,
Thy voice still let me hear:
6" Come back! this is the way;
Come back and walk therein;
O may I hearken and obey,
And shun the paths of sin.
Charles Wesley.

585

89, 558, 736.

1 0 THOU whose mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh,
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From Sorrow's weeping eye;—

2 See, at thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn :
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, "Return"?

2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?

Speak, and my soul shall live; "Forgive," my stricken spirit cries, "Abundantly forgive.'

4 Thine utmost mercy show; Say to my drooping soul, "In peace and full assurance go; Thy faith hath made thee whole." Charles Wesley.

581

FRANCIS J. HAYDN.

frame,

That leads me to the Lamb. 2

546, 179, 446.

2 Return, O holy Dove! return,————
Sweet Messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only thee.

5 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

1 SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,

I called each promise mine.

4 But now, when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail;
O make my soul thy care!

I know thy mercy cannot fail; Let me that mercy share.

John Newton.