Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears

The angels wondering see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul !
He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept that we might weep;—
Each sin demands a tear ;-

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In heaven alone no sin is found,-
There is no weeping there.

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HYMN 293, C. M.

The Soul casting itself on Christ.

PPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh:

Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,

By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, thou hast died.

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5 Oh! wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name!

HYMN 294, C. M.
In-dwelling Sin lamented.

aff 1 WITH tears of anguish, I lament,

Before thy feet, my God!

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false, as mine has been;

So faithless to its promises,-
So prone to every sin.

3 How long, dear Saviour! shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?

When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

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Reveal, great God! thy mighty arm,
And haste to rescue me.

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HYMN 295, C. M.

Sin bewailed at the Cross.

my soul was formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should, like rivers, flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'T was for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,-
And groaned away a dying life,
For thee, my soul!-for thee.

3 Oh! how I hate those sins of mine,
That shed the Saviour's blood;

That pierced and nailed his sacred flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

4 Yes, my Redeemer! they shall die;
My heart hath so decreed;

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Nor will I spare the guilty things,
That made my Saviour bleed.

5 While, with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

HYMN 296, C. M.

Mourning at the Sepulchre.

mp 1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord!

Cast all your fears away;
Draw near, and, with delight, behold
The place where Jesus lay.

mp 2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;-
'T was love that brought him low;

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Thus low in death the Saviour lay,
Who lived and bled for you.
3 If ye have wept at yonder cross,
And still your sorrows rise,

Stoop down, and view the vanquished grave,
And wipe your weeping eyes.

4 Your Saviour lives,-for ever lives!—
Raise a triumphant strain;

No powers of hell, nor bars of death,
The conqueror could detain.

5 O'er heaven and earth he now presides,
Though once among the dead;
And to eternity shall reign

Creation's glorious Head.

6 Ye mourning souls! rejoice, while you
His empty tomb survey;

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As Christ arose, so you shall rise
To realms of endless day.

HYMN 297, C. M.

Returning to Christ.

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Has wandered from the Lord!

How oft my roving thoughts depart,-
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls-" Return!”
Dear Lord! and may I come?

My vile ingratitude I mourn;

Oh! take the wanderer home.

3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live,
To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace! thy healing power,
How glorious-how divine!

That can, to life and bliss, restore
A heart so vile as mine!

5 Thy pard'ning love-so free, so sweet-
Dear Saviour! I adore;

Oh! keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

CONVERSION.

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HYMN 298, C. P. M.
The New Birth.

WAKED by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in bonds of guilt I found,
And knew not where to go:

One solemn truth increased my pain,-
The sinner "must be born again,"
Or sink to endless woe.

2 I heard the law its thunders roll,
While guilt lay heavy on my soul,—
A vast oppressive load:

All creature aid I saw was vain;-
The sinner "must be born again,"
Or drink the wrath of God.

mf 3 The saints I heard with rapture tell-
How Jesus conquered death and hell,
To bring salvation near:

Yet still I found this truth remain,-
The sinner" must be born again,"
Or sink in deep despair.

mp 4 But, while I thus in anguish lay,
The bleeding Saviour passed that way,
My bondage to remove:

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The sinner, once by justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.

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HYMN 299, L. M.

God, the Portion of the Soul.

AR from thy fold, O God! my feet
Once moved in error's devious maze;

Nor found religious duties sweet,

Nor sought thy face, nor loved thy ways.

2 With tenderest voice, thou bad'st me flee

The paths, which thou couldst ne'er approve; And gently drew my soul to thee,

With cords of sweet eternal love.

3 Now to thy footstool, Lord! I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, am I,
And thou, my God! art all in all.
4 Dearer-far dearer to my heart,

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Than all the joys that earth can give;
From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part,
Beneath thy countenance to live.

JESUS!

HYMN 300, 88 and 7s.

Taking up the Cross.

SUS! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,-

All I've sought, or hoped, or known!
Yet how rich is my condition,—

God and heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me:-
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
Oh! while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might!
Foes may hate, and friends disown me ;-
Show thy face, and all is bright.

8 Perish, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service, pain is pleasure;
With thy favor, life is gain:
Oh! 't is not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

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HYMN 301, 88, 7s and 4.

The Surrender.

mf 1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer!

Welcome to this heart of mine;

Lord! I make a full surrender,

Every power and thought be thine;
Thine entirely,—

Through eternal ages thine.