Weigh'd down by sorrow, sin, and shame,
And pour'd the precious sweet-

2 The tears of penitence bedew'd
The humble mourner's eye;
Her contrite grief her Maker view'd,
And register'd it on high.

3 She at her Saviour's footstool bent,
And humbly knelt to pray;
God saw her heart-forgiveness sent
And wip'd her sins away.

4 Ye who by sin have been misled
From the bright way to heaven,
And would again its pathway tread,
And wish to be forgiven-

5 Do not upon the sacred shrine
Your glittering off 'rings heap,
As if your gems were things divine,
But like the suppliant weep.

6 O! may the storms of sorrow raise
Your wandering thoughts to heaven;
May you, like Mary, kneel and praise,
Like Mary-be forgiven.

The helpless sinner looking to Christ.
1 LONG have I trod the way to hell,
And vainly dream'd that all was well;
But now I feel my sins a load,
And I a stranger to my God.

2 I groan and turn at ev'ry breath,
And fain would fly from sin and death;
But ah! these bars of unbelief
Chain down my soul from all relief.

3 Far from my help my friends do stand,
While foes conspire on ev'ry hand;
Where shall I hide, where shall I flee
For help, O Jesus, but to thee?

4 To thee I'd come, O help, I pray,
And take this unbelief away;

Thou mighty God, thou Prince of peace,
Give my imprison'd soul release.

E. Col.

117. C. M.

St. Martin's.

Pleading for mercy. Mark x. 47.

1 JESUS,have mercy on my soul!

Oh! listen to my cry!

Cleanse me from sin, Lord, make me whole,

Save me, or else I die.

2 Whither, my Saviour, shall I fly,
Oh! where for mercy flee;

Low at thy sovereign feet I lie,
My only hope in thee.

3 One word of grace, one look of love,
Would melt this stony heart;
One hope of pity from above

Would bid my fears depart.

4 Hast thou not shed thy precious blood
For sinners such as I?

Hast thou not died, my King! my God!
For rebels doom'd to die?

5 Oh! then have mercy on my soul,
Lord, to thy cross I flee;

Cleanse me from sin, Oh! make me whole,
Hear, hear my humble plea.

118. S. M.

The awakened sinner's reflection.

1 O AM I born to die,

With a polluted soul?

Ah! hurried to eternity,

As swift as time can roll.

2 I just begin to see;

Ah! Lord, what shall I do? How shall a wretched sinner flee From everlasting wo?

3 I dare no longer stay

So nigh the jaws of hell; Yet how to go, or find the way To Christ, I cannot tell.

4 O Lord, though I am vile,
Receive me as I am;

Let heaven's immortal goodness smile
On me, through Christ the Lamb.

The aged sinner awakened.

1 O WHAT a wretched sinner, Lord! I now begin to see

The dangers of the ways I trod,

But know not where to flee.

2 Long have I turn'd my back on thee,
And slighted all thy grace;
Yet pity, Lord, O pity me,

And let me see thy face.

3 Lord, change my heart, or I am gone; O give me life divine!

Seir.

Mear.

Though I am old, may be born
A heavenly child of thine.

Hart.

120. L. M.

Rockingham.

Hardness of heart. Ezek. xi. 19.

1 OH, for a glance of heav'nly day,
To take the stubborn stone away;
And thaw, with beams of love divine.
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake;
The sea can roar, the mountains shake;
Of feeling all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.

4 But Pow'r Divine can do the deed,
And much to feel that Pow'r I need;
Come, Holy Spirit, and refine,

And move, and melt this heart of mine.

Newton.

121.

S. M.

Olmutz.

John v. 2-9,

The gospel pool.

1 BESIDE the gospel pool,

Appointed for the poor,

From time to time my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.

2 How often have I seen

The healing waters move;

And others round me stepping in,
Their efficacy prove.

3 But my complaints remain,
I feel the very same;

As full of guilt, and fear, and pain,
As when at first I came.

4 How often have I thought,
Why should I longer lie?
Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I.

5 But whither can I go ?
There no other pool

Where streams of sov'reign mercy flow,
To make a sinner whole.

6 Here then, from day to day,
I'll wait, and hope, and try;
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray,
Yet suffer him to die?

Medley.

122.

L. M.

Windham.

The stony heart. Ezek. xxxvi. 26, 27.
1 LORD, hear a burden'd sinner mourn,
Who gladly would to thee return;
Thy tender mercies O impart,
And take away this stony heart.

2 'Tis this hard heart, my gracious Lord,
Which scorns thy love and slights thy word;
Which tempts me from thee to depart;
Lord, take away this stony heart!

3 'Tis this hard heart, whose bold reply
Gives all thy sacred truth the lie,
And would thy promises pervert;
Lord, take away this stony heart!

4 'Tis this hard heart I feel within
Which slights thy grace and cleaves to sin