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A collection of hymns for the use of the people calles methodists : with a new suppl. / John Wesley
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FOR MOURNERS CONVINCED OF SIN.

7 Guilty I stand before thy face,

On me I feel thy wrath abide; Tis just the sentence should take place; " Tis just;-but O thy Son hath died!

8 Jesus, the Lamb of God hath bled, He bore our sins upon the tree: Beneath our curse he bowed his head; " Tis finished! he hath died for me!

9 See where before the throne he stands, And pours the all- prevailing prayer; Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there. 10 He ever lives for me to pray;

2 Will he forsake his throne above, Himself to worms impart?

Answer, thou Man of grief and love, And speak it to my heart!

3 In manifested love explain

Thy wonderful design;

What meant the suffering Son of man, The streaming blood divine?

4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below,

That I may now perceive thee near, And my Redeemer know?

5 Come then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace,

The wounds which all my sorrows heal, That dear disfigured face.

He prays that I with him may reign: Amen to what my Lord doth say:

Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain. 128

C. M.

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WITH glorious clouds encompassed 2 Send forth one ray of heavenly light,

Of gospel hope, humble

Whom angels dimly Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me?

To guide me through the gulf of night, My poor desponding soul to cheer, Till thou my unbelief remove, And show me all thy glorious love. 3 A hidden God indeed thou art!

6 Before my eyes of faith confest,

Stand forth a slaughtered Lamb;

And wrap me in thy crimson vest, And tell me all thy name.

7 Jehovah in thy person show, Jehovah crucified!

And then the pardoning God I know, And feel the blood applied;

8 I view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see,

And gaze, transported at the sight, Through all eternity.

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Federal Head of all mankind, The covenant of redeeming love In thee let every sinner find.

L. M.

2 Its Surety, thou alone hast paid The debt we to thy Father owed; For the whole world atonement made, And sealed the pardon with thy blood.

3 Thee, the paternal grace divine

A universal blessing gave,

Our darkness chase, our sorrows cheer, And set thy plaintive prisoners free.

A light in every heart to shine,

A Saviour every soul to save.

4 Light of the Gentile world, appear! Command the blind thy rays to see; 32

5 Me, me, who still in darkness sit, Shut up in sin and unbelief, Bring forth out of this hellish pit, This dungeon of despairing grief.

6 Open mine eyes the Lamb to know, Who bears the general sin away; And to my ransomed spirit show The glories of eternal day.

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HOU God unsearchable, unknown, Who still conceal'st thyself from me, Hear an apostate spirit groan,

Broke off, and banished far from thee; But conscious of my fall I mourn, And fain I would to thee return.

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Thy absence I this moment feel; Yet must I own it from my heart, Concealed, thou art a Saviour still; And though thy face I cannot see, I know thine eye is fixed on me.

4 My Saviour thou, not yet revealed, Yet will I thee my Saviour call; Adore thy hand, from sin withheld;

Thy hand shall save me from my fall: Now, Lord, throughout my darkness shine, And show thyself for ever mine.

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L. M.

1 LORD, I despair myself to heal:

I see feel: I cannot till thy Spirit blow, And bid the obedient waters flow.

2' Tis thine a heart of flesh to give, Thy gifts I only can receive; Here then to thee I all resign;

To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine.

3 With simple faith on thee I call, My Light, my Life, my Lord, my all: I wait the moving of the pool, I wait the word that speaks me whole.

4 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make my infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart.

L. M. 1

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ESU, the sinner's friend, to thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open thine arms and take me in.

2 Pity, and heal my sin- sick soul; " Tis thou alone canst make me whole; Fallen, till in me thine image shine, And cursed I am, till thou art mine.

3 Awake, the woman's conquering Seed, Awake, and bruise the serpent's head: