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"For prayer and devotion are
3. He tells the aged, "they must die,
"In vain for mercy now they cry,
6. Thus he supports his cruel throne
Hymn 211. c. M.
HOW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
2. The brightest things below the sky
We should suspect some danger nigh,
3. Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
How they divide our wav'ring minds!
4. The fondness of a creature's love
5. Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be
And grace command my
Hymn 212. c. M.
Let the wicked forsake his way, &c. Isaiah lv. 7.
SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
'Tis Mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sov'reign word,
2. Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
A thousand stings within your breast,
3. Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
Can you in endless torments dwell,
4. Why will you in the crooked ways
In pain you travel all your days,
Hymn 213. P. M.
From the German.
ATHER of lights, from whom proceeds
Whose goodness, providently nigh,
Thou seest my wants, for help they call, And ere I speak thou know'st them all. 3. Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind: Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill :
Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Fain would I all my vileness own,
Ah! give me Lord, (I still would say)
THAT I could repent!
O that I could believe!
Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent,
Thou by thy two-edg'd sword,
My soul and spirit part;
Strike with the hammer of thy word,
2. Saviour, and Prince of peace,
And then the load remove;
Wound, and pour in my wounds, to heal,
3. For thine own mercy's sake,
Stand by my feeble soul,
And screen me from temptation's pow'r, "Till thou hast made me whole.
4. This is thy will, I know,
Should let my sins this moment go,
Hymn 215. P. M.
ESUS, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep:
On me be all long-suff'ring shown:
2. Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above,
Give me, through redeeming-love,
A portion of thy grief unknown:
3 For thine own compassion's sake,
And let thy mercy melt me down:
Hymn 216. c. M.
ESUS, if still thou art to-day
Present to heal, in me display
2. If still thou go'st about to do,
3. Now Lord, to whom for help I call,
With pitying eye behold me. fall
4. Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin;
But if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine, can make me clean.
5. Thou seest me deaf to thy cammands,
Open, O Lord, my ear: