COMPLAINT AND CONSOLATION. PENITENTIAL. 274. 66 Righteousness, sanctification, and redemption." 1 Cor. i. 30. C. M. 1 SINNERS, of Adam's fallen race, Sinners by practice too, prayer, O God! we seek Thy face; prayer for In In mercy sue. 2 No trembling penitent to Thee E'er turned and was denied. 3 For Him, Thy gift, Thy name we bless. To us, for whom He died, Through faith impute His righteousness, 4 Nor rest we here, Thou God of love! 5 At length, made holy, just, forgiven, 275. "I am the Lord that healeth thee." Exod. xv. 26. C. M. 1 HEAL us, Emmanuel! Here we are, 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess : 3 Remember him who once applied 66 Lord, I believe," with tears he cried, "Oh help my unbelief." 4 She, too, who touched Thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answered, "Daughter, go in peace, 5 Concealed amid the gathering throng, She would have shunned Thy view; And if her faith was firm and strong, Had strong misgivings too. 6 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, To touch Thee if we may. Oh! send us not despairing home: 276. 1 "Lord, make me to know mine end.” LORD! let me know mine end, 2 My life is but a span, 3 Mine age as naught with Thee. A shadow even in health, Or racked with care, he heaps up wealth, Which unknown heirs divide. 4 What seek I now, O Lord? 5 Blot out my sins from Thy record, Dumb at Thy feet I lie, For Thou hast brought me low. Remove Thy judgments, lest I die; I faint beneath Thy blow. 6 At Thy rebuke, the bloom Of man's vain beauty flies: 7 And grief shall, like a moth, consume Have pity on my fears; Hearken to my request. Turn not in silence from my tears, But give the mourners rest. 8 A stranger, Lord, with Thee, Where all my fathers once, like me, 9 Oh spare me yet, I pray; Awhile my strength restore; 277. "Shew us thy mercy, O Lord, and grant us thy salvation." Psalm lxxxv. 7. C. M. 1 LORD! at Thy feet we sinners lie, 2 On us the vast extent display Take all our heinous guilt away; 3 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore: 4 Oh! for Thine own, for Jesus' sake, Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, 5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, And Thy dominion own; Nor let a rival more pretend 278. "Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.” Mark ix. 24. C.M. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat 2 Thy promise is my only plea : Thou callest burdened souls to Thee, 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By war without, and fears within, 4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place; And tell him, Thou hast died. 5 Oh wondrous love! to bleed and die, 6 "Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still: |