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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.

Tread down thy foes, with power control The beast and devil in my soul.

4 The mansion for thyself prepare, Dispose my heart by entering there; " Tis this alone can make me clean, " Tis this alone can cast out sin.

5 At last I own it cannot be

That I should fit myself for thee; Here then to thee I all resign, Thine is the work, and only thine.

6 What shall I say thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but thou art love:

I give up every plea beside,

" Lord, I am damned, but thou hast died."

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Though duteous to thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face,

But veiled before thy presence stand;

With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold thy awful throne, Or view thy unapproached light?

3 Restore my sight! let thy free grace An entrance to the holiest give; Open mine eyes of faith! thy face So shall I see; yet seeing live.

L. M.

4 Thy golden sceptre from above Reach forth: see, my whole heart I bow: Say to my soul," Thou art my love,

My chosen' midst ten thousand, thou!" 5 0 Jesus, full of grace! the sighs

Of a sick heart with pity view; Hark, how my silence speaks, and cries, " Mercy, thou God of mercy, show!"

ESU, if still thou art to- day same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy name.

2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weighed 2 If still thou goest about to do

Thy

needy creatures good,

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On me, that I thy praise may show,

Be all thy wonders showed.

6 I know thou canst not but be good; How shouldst thou, Lord, thy grace re­strain?

Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely flowed To save me from all guilt and pain.

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1[ ESU, if still the same thou art,

promises are sure,

Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor:

To me be all thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven.

3 Where is the blessedness bestowed On all that hunger after thee?

I cannot, no, I will not rest,

Till thou, my only rest, return;

Till thou, the Prince of peace, appear, And I receive the Comforter.

I hunger now, I thirst for God; See the poor fainting sinner, see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with thy righteousness.

Answer the deep unuttered groan,

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And show that thou and I are one. Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom, Light in thy light I then shall see, Say to my soul," Thy light is come, Glory divine is risen on thee,

Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er; Look up, for thou shalt weep no more."

6 Lord, I believe the promise sure,

And trust thou wilt not long delay: Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thine hands my all resign, And wait till all thou art is mine.

4 Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray; Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry, Mark what my labouring soul would say;

C. M.

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3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat;

With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet.

4 Loathsome, and vile, and self- abhorred, I sink beneath my sin;

But, if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean.

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Thou seest me deaf to thy command, Open, O Lord, my ear;

Bid me stretch out my withered hand, And lift it up in prayer.

6 Silent,( alas! thou know'st how long) My voice I cannot raise;

But 0! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing thy praise.

6-8 s. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee,

And dark I am within;

7 Lame at the pool I still am found:

Give, and my strength employ;

Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy.

The love of God I cannot see,

The sinfulness of sin.

2 Thou hast pronounced the mourners blest;

And lo! for thee I ever mourn:

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Behold me waiting in the way For thee, the heavenly light; Command me to be brought, and say, " Sinner, receive thy sight!"

9 But thou, they say, art passing by;

O let me find thee near!

Jesu, in mercy hear my cry,

Thou Son of David, hear!

C. M.

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THILE dead in trespasses I lie, Thy quickening Spirit give; Call me, thou Son of God, that I May hear thy voice and live.

Thy love compassionately sees, O let it make me whole!

2 While, full of anguish and disease, My weak distempered soul

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