3 Let not our humble confidence
Be from Thy promise stirr'd,
Nor clouds of dark distrust spring up
Between us and Thy word.
4 Nor let us yet be lifted up
By him, the Prince of air,
To scale presumption's dizzy height,
And left to perish there:
5 Nor, on the Temple's pinnacle,
In our self-righteous pride,
Be set forsaken of thine aid,
For demons to deride.
6 And oh ! when pleasure, power, and pomp
Around our vision swim,
And through the soft enchanting mist
He bids us worship Him;
7 Assist us from the reeling sense
The serpent's spell to break,
And tread the arch-apostate down,
Redeemer, for Thy sake.
HOLY Jesus, Saviour blest,
When by passion strong possest,
Through this world of sin we stray,
Thou to guide us art the Way.
2 Holy Jesus, when with night,
Error blinds our clouded sight,
Lest to idol gods we bow,
Saviour, then the Truth art Thou.
3 Holy Jesus, when our pow'r
Fails us in temptation's hour,
All unequal to the strife,
Thou to aid us art the Life.
4 Who would reach the heav'nly home,
Who would to the Father come,
Who the Father's presence see,
Jesus, he must come by Thee.
5 Channel of the Father's grace,
Image of the Father's face,
Saviour bless'd, incarnate Son,
With the Father Thou art One.
ETURN, my roving heart! return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more;
Now seek in solitude, to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
2 O thou great God! whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep recess;
In these sequester'd hours draw nigh,
And with Thy presence fill the place.
3 Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide,
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be cleans'd and purified.
4 Oh! with the visits of Thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God has fix'd His dwelling here.
SINNER, bring not tears alone,
Nor but the form of prayer,
But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.
2 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend, God asks not that of thee;
Thy secret soul He bids thee bend
In true humility.
3 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near before our God,
And pray to Him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod.
4 O righteous Judge, if Thou wilt deign
To grant us what we need,
We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.
Wash'd the leper's stain away;
Jesus, from Thy heav'nly dwelling,
Hear us, help us when we pray.
whose excelling,
2 From the filth of vice and folly,
From infuriate passion's rage,
Evil thoughts and hopes unholy,
Heedless youth and selfish age;
3 From the lusts whose deep pollutions Adam's ancient taint disclose; From the tempter's dark intrusions, Restless doubt and blind repose;
4 From the miser's cursed treasure,
From the drunkard's mirth obscene; From the world, its pomp and pleasure, Jesus, Master, make us clean.
H wretched, vile, ungrateful heart, That can from Jesus thus depart; Thus, fond of trifles vainly rove, Forgetful of a Saviour's love.
2 In vain I charge my thoughts to stay, And chide each vanity away;
In vain, alas! resolve to bind
This rebel heart, this wand'ring mind.
3 Through all resolves, how soon it flies,
And mocks the weak, the slender ties;
There's nought beneath a power divine,
That can this roving heart confine.
4 Jesus, to Thee I would return,
And at Thy feet repenting mourn;
There let me view Thy pard'ning love,
And never from Thy sight remove.
5 0, let Thy love, with sweet control,
Bind all the passions of my soul:
Bid every vanity depart,
And dwell forever in my heart.
ORD, we listen to Thy call, Low before Thy throne to fall, And with humble prayer, and fast, Mourn the evil of the past.
2 Thou, whose power can melt the stone,
Bid the harden'd bosom groan,
Ere the near approaching day,
When too late for grace to pray.
3 Lord, assist the souls that fain
Now would break sin's fatal chain;
Oft have we renew'd our fall,
But Thou, Lord, hast died for all.
4 Though through suffering be the road,
Bring us to Thy blest abode,
Where, in heaven's eternal day,
Thou shalt wipe all tears away.
5 Lord, Thy blessing we implore;
Save us now and evermore;
Hear, O Father! hear, O Son!
Hear, O Spirit! Three in One.
LORD, when we bend before Thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And shun what we deplore.
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