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A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell!

2 O God! mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate;
And wake to righteousness.

3 Before me place in dread array
The pomp 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?

4 Be this my one great business here,
With holy joy and holy fear,
To make my calling sure!
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
To suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

5 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.


380 Lord, to whom shall we go?—John




6, 68.

H! whither should I go,
Burdened, and sick, and faint?

To whom should I my troubles show
And pour out my complaint?

My Saviour bids me come:

Ah! why do I delay?

He calls the weary sinner home;
And yet from Him I stay.

3 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part,
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?

4 Jesus, the hindrance show,
Which I have feared to see:
Yet let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from Thee.


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Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.


381 Blot out all mine iniquities.—Ps.


51, 9.

HOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?

2 Behold I fall before Thy face,
My only refuge is Thy grace;
Great God! Thy nature hath no bound;
So let Thy pardoning love be found.
30 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace;
Lord, should Thyjudgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.
5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy

Would light on some sweet promise there,

Some sure support against despair.


382 Create in me a clean heart, O God.


--Ps. 51, 10.

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Though allmy crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from Thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse from sin: Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without Thy light, Cast out and banished from Thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near Thy throne,
To plead the merits of Thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King!
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 O may Thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song,

And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my Strength and Righteous



383 God be merciful to me a sinner.—


Luke 18, 13.

ITH broken heart and contrite sigh.
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free,
O God, be merciful to me.

2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt opprest;
Christ and His cross my only plea,
O God, be merciful to me.

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see,
O God, be merciful to me.

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone;

To Calvary alone I flee;

O God, be merciful to me.

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.


384 Shew us Thy mercy, O Lord, and

grant us Thy salvation.-Ps. 85,7.

1 LORD! at Thy feet we sinners lie,

And knock at mercy's door:

With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favour we implore.

2 On us the vast extent display
Of Thy forgiving love;

Take all our heinous guilt away;
This heavy load remove.

3 Tis mercy-mercy we implore;
We would Thy pity move:
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And Thou Thyself art Love.

4 Oh! for Thine own, for Jesus' sake,
Our numerous sins forgive:

Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
Heal us, and bid us live.

5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,

And Thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess Thy throne.


385 Only acknowledge thine iniquity.

-Jer. 3, 13.

1 LORD, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,

Lamenting sore their sinful life,
With tears and bitter cry.

2 Thy mercy-gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin,
Oh, shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.

3 We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell;

What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest very well:

4 Wherefore to beg and to intreat,
With tears we come to Thee;
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.

5 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat
The blessings which we crave,
When Thou dost know, before we speak,
The thing that we would have?

6 Mercy, O Lord, mercy we seek;
This is the total sum:

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer,
O let Thy mercy come!

386 And he arose and came to his

father.-Luke 15, 20.

1 JUST as I am-without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come.

2 Just as I am-and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot: To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am-though tossed about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come.

4 Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.

5 Just as I am-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve:
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.

6 Just as I am-Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.


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O my God, I trust in Thee, let me
not be ashamed.-Ps. 25, 2.
PPREST with sin and woe,
A burdened heart I bear;
Opposed by many a mighty foe,
But I will not despair.

With this polluted heart,
I dare to come to Thee,

Holy and mighty as Thou art,
For Thou wilt pardon me.

I feel that I am weak,

And prone to every sin:

But Thou, who giv'st to those who


Wilt give me strength within.

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