1.

2. Nothing but truth before his throne
With honour can appear.
The painted hypocrites are known,
Through the disguise they wear.

3. Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found.

4. Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere ;

Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

Hymn 232. L. M.

OFT

FT have I turn❜d my eye within, And brought to light some latent sin; But pride, the vice I most detest, Still lurks securely in my breast.

2. Here with a thousand arts she tries
To dress me in a fair disguise,
To make a guilty, wretched worm,
Fut on an Angel's brightest form.

3. She hides my follies from mine eyes,
And lifts my virtues to the skies;
And while the specious tale she tells,
Her own deformity conceals.

4. Rend, O my God, the veil away:
Bring forth the monster to the day;
Expose her hedious form to view,
And all her restless power subdue.
5. So shall humility divine,

Again possess this heart of mine;
And form a temple for my God,
Which he will make his lov'd abode.

3. SUPPLICATION AND PRAYER.

Hymn 233. L. M.

1. TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2. Tho' I have steel'd my stubborn heart, And shaken off my guilty fears, And vex'd, and urg'd thee to depart, For many days, and months, and years. 3. Though I have most unfaithful been

Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. 4. Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,

In honour of my great High-Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear

T' exclude me from thy people's rest. 5. If yet thou canst, my sins forgive,

From now, O Lord, relieve my woes. Into thy rest of love receive,

And bless me with the calm repose. 5. From now my weary soul release,

Up-raise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

Hymn 234. c. M.

THAT I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem;
gave his life, that I might live
A life conceal'd in him!

O

Who

. O that I could the blessing prove,

My heart's extreme desire ;

Live happy in my Saviour's love,
And in his arms expire!

3. Mercy I ask to seal my peace, That, kept by mercy's pow'r, I may from ev'ry evil cease,

And never grieve thee more!
4. Now, if thy gracious will it be,
E'vn now my sins remove,
And set my soul at liberty,
By thy victorious love.

5. In answer to ten thousand pray'rs,
Thou pard'ning God descend;
Number me with salvation's heirs,
My sins and troubles end.

6. Nothing I ask, or want beside,
Of all in earth or heav'n:
But let me feel thy blood apply'd,
And live and die forgiv'n.

1.

Hymn 235. c. M.

SOME, O thou all-victorious Lord, to us make known: Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone.

2. O that we all might now begin
Our foolishness to mourn!
And turn at once from ev'ry sin,
And to the Saviour turn.

3. Give us ourselves and thee to know,
In this our gracious day;
Repentance unto life bestow,
And take our sins away.

4. Convince us first of unbelief,
And freely then release:
Fill ev'ry soul with sacred grief,
And then with sacred peace.

5. Impov'rish, Lord, and then relieve,

And then, enrich the poor;

The knowledge of our sickness give,
The knowledge of our cure.

6. That blessed sense of guilt impart,
And then remove the load:
Trouble, and wash the troubled heart,
In the atoning blood.

7. Our desp❜rate state through sin, declare
And speak our sins forgiv'n:
By perfect holiness prepare
And take us up to heav'n.

Hymn 236. L. M.

Jesus,

when shall it be, That I no more shall break with thee; When will this war of passions cease, And my free soul enjoy thy peace. 2. Here I repent, and sin again;

Now I revive, and now am slain;
Slain with the same unhappy dart,
Which Oh! too often wounds my heart!

1.

3. O Saviour, when, when shall I bę
A garden seal'd to all but thee!
No more expos'd, no more undone;
But live and grow to thee alone?

4. Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force:
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By thee my way, to thee my end.

*-.

Hymn 237, c. M,

WANT a principle within,
Of jealous godly
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it

near.

2. That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the loving heart,
The tender conscience give.
3. Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God, my conscience make :
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

4. If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove, And let me weep my life away, For having griev'd thy love. 5.0! may the least omission pain My well-instructed soul; And drive me to the blood again, Which makes the wounded whole.

Hymn 238. s. M.

1. MY God, my life, my love,

to

I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2. Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwel! :
'Tis paradise when thou art here,
If thou depart, 'tis hell.

3. The smilings of thy face
How amiable they are!
'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.

4. To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

5. Not all the harps above

Can make a heav'nly place,