Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee; Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, Thy blood was fhed for me. 2 Nothing have I, LORD, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure; Empty fend me not away,
For I, thou know'st, am poor; Duft and ashes is my name, My all is fin and mifery: Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, Thy blood was fhed for me. 3 Without money, without price, I come thy love to buy; From myself I turn my eyes, The chief of finners, I: Take, O take me, as I am,,
And let me lofe myfelf in thee; Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, Thy blood was fhed for me.
JESU, friend of finners, hear, Yet once again, I pray;
From my debt of fin fet clear, For I have nought to pay. Speak, O fpeak the kind release A poor backfliding foul reftore; Love me freely, feal my peace, And bid me fin no more.
2 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread An hardness o'er my heart; But if thou thy Spirit fhed, The ftony fhall depart ;
Shed thy love, thy tenderness,
And let me feel thy foft'ning pow'r ;
Love me freely, feal my peace,
And bid me fin no more.
For this only thing I pray, And this will I require, Take the pow'r of fin away, Take ev'ry vain defire : Perfect me in holiness,
Thine image to my foul reftore; Love me freely, feal my peace, And bid me fin no more.
34. TO JESUS CHRIST.
JESU, JESU, King of faints, Known to thee are all my wants; Self-convicted, felf-abhorr'd, I approach thee, dearest LORD,
2 Known to thee, whofe eyes are flame, I thy love and pity claim;
With an eye of love look down,. Help, LORD, help me, very foon. 3 Still I feel a fefhly part, Much corruption in my heart; Oh! I'm very vile indeed, Of thy blood I fure have need.
4 Break, O break this heart of stone; Form it for thy ufe alone; Bid each vanity depart, Build thy temple in my heart. 5 This be my fupport in need, That thou did❜ft fo freely bleed; Hence my hopes and joys arife, From thy bloody facrifice.
6 This confirms me when I'm weak, Comforts me when I am fick; Gives me courage when I faint, Well fupplies my ev'ry want. 7 Saviour, to my heart be near, Exercife the fhepherd's care; Guard my weakness by thy grace, Let me feel a conftant peace.
GROUND, O ground me on the Lamb,
Other Saviours I disclaim;
Fix my heart on thee to stay, Do it, LORD, without delay.
2 Empty is created good, I want more fubftantial food All is vanity befide
JESUS, and him crucify'd. ! 3 Fruitless is my fearch to find True ferenity of mind, Till I have with JESUS been, And his fimiling face have feen.
In thy prefence may I dwell, Subject to thy holy will;
Show'r on me thy pow'r divine, Mortify the man of fin.
5 While I travel here beneath, Thy kind influence on me breathe; Reconcil'd to me appear,
And thy righteousness bring near. 6 Grant me ftill in grace to grow, While a pilgrim here below; Let me by thy Spirit move, And with all my heart thee love.
HYMN 36. ABSENCE FROM GOD.
Thou, whofe tender mercy hears Contrition's humble figh; Whofe hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From forrow's weeping eye.
2 See! low before thy throne of grace A wretched wand'rer mourn; Haft thou not bid me feek thy face? Haft thou not faid, Return?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? O let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat.
4 Absent from thee, my guide, my light, Without one chearing ray,
Thro' dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How defolate my way!
5 O fhine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy fhine; And let thy healing voice impart A tafte of joys divine.
6 Thy prefence only can beftow Delights which never cloy Be this my folace here below, And my eternal joy...
EAR LORD, attend my pray❜r, And all my wants relieve;
Come to my heart, and dwell thou there, That thou in me may'ft live,'
2 In weakness I draw nigh
Unto the throne of grace: Anfwer the finner's mournful cry, And fill me with thy peace:
3 Thou read'st my naked breast For liberty I groan;
I figh in thee, my LORD, to reft, And worship thee alone.
4 Fain would I hate my fin,
And ponder on thy love; Till all be fanctify'd within, And my whole heart's above.
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