FOR MOURNERS CONVINCED OF SIN.
Mercy is above the skies,
I may be still forgiven; Infinite my sin's increase, But greater is thy mercy's store; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.
4 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread A hardness o'er my heart; But if thou thy Spirit shed,
This hardness shall depart; Shed thy love, thy tenderness, And let me feel thy softening power; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.
5 From the oppressive power of sin My struggling spirit free; Perfect righteousness bring in, Unspotted purity;
Speak, and all this war shall cease,
And sin shall give its raging o'er; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.
6 For this only thing I pray, And this will I require, Take the power of sin away, Fill me with pure desire; Perfect me in holiness, Thine image to my soul restore; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.
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Isaiah li. 1-4.
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1 HUS saith the Lord! Who seek the
THIS
Lamb,
Who follow after righteousness,
Look to the rock from whence ye came, The father of the faithful race.
2 Children of faithful Abraham these Who dare expect salvation here, The Lord shall give them gospel peace, And all his hopeless mourners cheer;
3 Shall soon his fallen Zion raise, Her waste and desolate places build; Pour out the Spirit of his grace,
And make her wilds a fruitful field.
4 The barren souls shall be restored, The desert all renewed shall rise, Bloom as the garden of the Lord, A fair terrestrial paradise.
5 Gladness and joy shall there be found, Thanksgiving and the voice of praise; The voice of melody shall sound,
And every heart be filled with grace.
6 A law shall soon from him proceed, A living, life- infusing word, The truth that makes you free indeed, The eternal Spirit of your Lord.
7 His mercy he will cause to rest Where all may see their sins forgiven; May rise, no more by guilt opprest, And bless the light that leads to heaven The Good Samaritan. Luke x. 30. 7s& 6st.
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1 W My sad afflicted state, Who my anguish can reveal, Or all my woes relate?
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OE is me! what tongue can tell
Fallen among thieves I am, And they have robbed me of my God, Turned my glory into shame, And left me in my blood.
20 thou good Samaritan! In thee is all my hope; Only thou canst succour man, And raise the fallen up: Hearken to my dying cry: My wounds compassionately see: Me, a sinner, pass not by,
Who gasp for help from thee.
3 Still thou journeyest where I am. Still thy compassions move; Pity is with thee the same,
And all thy heart is love; Stoop to a poor sinner, stoop, And let thy healing grace abound, Heal my bruises, and bind up My spirit's every wound.
4 Saviour of my soul, draw nigh, In mercy haste to me, At the point of death I lie, And cannot come to thee;
Now thy kind relief afford, The wine and oil of grace pour in: Good Physician, speak the word, And heal my soul of sin.
5 Pity to my dying cries
Hath drawn thee from above, Hovering over me, with eyes Of tenderness and love, Now, even now, I see thy face; The balm of Gilead I receive; Thou hast saved me by thy grace, And bade the sinner live.
6 Surely now the bitterness
Of second death is past;
O my Life, my Righteousness, On thee my soul is cast! Thou hast brought me to thine inn, And I am of thy promise sure; Thou shalt cleanse me from all sin, And all my sickness cure.
7 Perfect then the work begun, And make the sinner whole; All thy will on me be done, My body, spirit, soul; Still preserve me safe from harms, And kindly for thy patient care, Take me, Jesus, to thine arms, And keep me ever there.
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Whom I would gladly die to know; This veil of unbelief remove,
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And show me, all thy goodness show; Jesus, thyself in me reveal, Tell me thy name, thy nature tell.
2 Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long, Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known? I claim thee with a faltering tongue, I pray thee, in a feeble groan, Tell me, O tell me, who thou art, And speak thy name into my heart! 3 If now thou talkest by the way With such an abject worm as me,