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4 I see, or think I see,
A glimmering from afar;
To save me from despair. 5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
gaze upon it while I run,
P.M.–Prayer for Seriousness. 1 THOU God of glorious majesty, To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;
A sinner born to die.
Or shuts me up in hell.
Eternal things impress;
And wake to righteousness.
of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar: And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry, and fear,
Eternal bliss to insure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure. 6 Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
O’erwhelm’d with guilt and fear,
O how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought; 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
O how shall I appear!
Who does her sins lament,
Shall endless wo prevent.
Ere yet it be too late;
To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
My heavy guilt I feel and weep;
Jesus, I run to thee for rest.
Shed down a look of heavenly love;
sad soul shall smile again. 3 By thy divine transforming power,
My ruin'd nature raise, restore,
183. P.M.- Prayer of a convinced Sinner. 1 FATHER of Lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er thy every creature needs; Whose goodness providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry: To thee I look, my heart prepare;
Suggest and hearken to my prayer. 2 Since by thy light myself I see,
Naked, and poor, and void of thee;
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 wide my passions rove,
Nor check’d by fear, nor charm'd by love! 4 Fain would I know, as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
vileness own, And deep beneath my burden groan: Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin. 5 Ah, give me, Lord, myself to feel!
My total misery reveal:
On contrite hearts bestow;
A contrite heart, or no?
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
To love thee if I could, But often feel another mind,
Averse from all that's good.
I fain would strive for more,
Seem weaker than before.
Ånd love thy house of prayer; I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me; And if it be not broken, break, Aud heal it, if it be.
185. C.M.— The humility and submission of the Penitent. Ezek. xvi. 63. 1 O INJUR’D Majesty of heaven,
Look from thy holy throne,
What treasons they have done.
Reigns with superior sway;
To rebels doth display.
Tears mingle with the song;
wrong. 4 How shall I lift these guilty eyes
To mine offended Lord ?
Pronounce one murmuring word.
But O! my Father, speak;
186. C.M.- The Penitent brought back from the Pit. Job xxxiii. 27, 28. 1 THE Lord, from his exalted throne,
In majesty array'd,
On all that seek his aid.
Our follies past we mourn, With what a tenderness of love
He meets our first return!