7 We would see Jesus, gracious friend,
From him derive our bliss;

And wait till we the heav'ns ascend,
And see him as he is.

Hyde.

129. C. M.

Woodstock.

Condemned by the Law.

1 AH, what can I, a sinner, do,
With all my guilt oppress'd?
I feel the hardness of my heart,
And conscience knows no rest.

2 Great God, thy good and perfect law,
Does all my life condemn,
The secret evils of my soul

Fill me with fear and shame.

3 How many precious Sabbaths gone
I never can recall;

And O, what cause have I to mourn,
Who misimproved them all!

4 How long, how often have I heard
Of Jesus and of heaven;

Yet scarcely listen'd to his word,
Or pray'd to be forgiv'n!

5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee,
And grant renewing grace;

For thou this flinty heart canst break,
And thine shall be the praise.

Moore.

130. L. M.

Crying for Mercy.

1 AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep,
My heavy guilt I feel and weep:
Beneath a weight of woes oppress'd,
I come to thee, my Lord, for rest.

Surrey

2 Now from thy throne of bliss above
Shed down a look of heavenly love;
That balm shall sweeten all my pain,
And bid my soul rejoice again.
3 By thy divine, transforming power,
My ruin'd nature now restore;
And let my life and temper shine,
In blest resemblance, Lord, to thine.
131. S. M.

Grace supplicated.

1 LORD, help me to repent-
With sin for ever part;

And to thy gracious eye present
An humble, contrite heart-
2 A heart with grief oppress'd,
For having griev'd thy love;
A troubled heart that cannot rest
Till cleansed from above.

3 Jesus, on me bestow

The penitent desire:
With true sincerity of wo
My aching breast inspire.

4 With softening pity look,

And melt my hardness down;

Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone.

Seir.

Cambridge.

The malady of sin.

1 THOU great Physician of the soul,

To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint;
But where shall I begin?

Nor words nor thoughts can fully paint
That worst distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my soul is spread;
And all the affections of my heart
By sin are captive led.

4 A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.

5 Thou great Physician, hear my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Let not a trembling sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee.

Hewett.

133. 7.

The resolve. Es. iv. 16.

1 IF I perish, I will go

Nuremburg.

Trembling to the Saviour's feet,
Yet his favor he'll bestow,

Yet I may forgiveness meet.

2 If I perish, I will go

He perhaps may pity me;
Unbelief still answers-no,

He will not a wretch like thee.

3 If I perish, I must own

God is just to banish me;
But I'll venture near his throne,
For his pardons all are free.

4 If I perish, I will go,

Though distress'd, I can but try;

Should he mercy never show,
Begging I will live and die.

5 Dearest Saviour, let me live,
Stretch thy sceptre out to me;
All my sins, though great, forgive;
Speak the word and set me free.

Strong.

134. C. M.

Slain and Reviving.

1 SMOTE by the law, I'm justly slain;
Great God, behold my case;
Pity a sinner fill'd with pain,
Nor drive me from thy face.

2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul-
Thy justice, all in flames,

Gives sentence on this heart so foul,
So hard, so full of crimes.

3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel :
I fear, but don't relent-

Perhaps of endless death the seal :
O, that I could repent!

Burford.

• 4 My prayers, my tears, my vows are vile:
My duties black with guilt;

On such a wretch can mercy smile,
Though Jesus' blood was spilt!

Turner.

135. 8.7.

Conviction.

Greenville.

1 JESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Let me know thy great salvation,
See, I languish, faint and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief,

Prostrate at thy feet repenting,
Send, O send me quick relief!
2 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives.

3 Saved the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above.
Angels sing the blessed story,
All enraptur'd with thy love.

Newton.

136. 8.7.

Bartimeus. Mark x. 49.

1 "MERCY, O thou son of David!" Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd; "Others by thy word are sav'd, Now to me afford thine aid."

Helmley.

2 Many for his crying chid him,
But he call'd the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him,
"Come and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging us'd to live;
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted
Alms which none but he could give.
4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day!"

Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around';

"Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found!