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Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

W

HYMN 50. L. M.

A Sinner submitting to God.
EARY of struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst this sinful chain,

At length I give the contest o'er,
And seek to free myself no more.
2 From my own works at last. I cease-
God that creates must seal my peace :
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,
Unless thy sov'reign grace I share.
3 Lord, I despair myself to heal;
I see my sin, but do not feel;
Nor shall I, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid th' obedient waters flow.
4 "Tis thine a heart of flesh to give,
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign,-
To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine.

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HYMN 51. P. M. 8, 7, 4.
The Surrender.

WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Welcome to this heart of mine:

Lord, I make a full surrender,

Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine,
Thine entirely,

Thro' eternal ages thine.

2 Known to all to be thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;

Or in vain attempt possession,
When they find the Lord is near-
Shout, Ŏ Zion!

Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!

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Joy in Heaven over a repenting sinner. WHO can describe the joys that rise, Through all the courts of paradise, To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born!

2 With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down, and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight, to view
The holy soul he form'd anew;
And saints and angels join, to sing
The growing empire of their King.

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OH,

HYMN 53. C. M.

Joy over Conversion.

H, how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,

And with an humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!

2 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.

3 Well pleas'd, the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner's moan;

Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.

4 Nor angels can their joy contain,
But kindle with new fire:

"The sinner lost is found," they sing
And strike the sounding lyre.

THE CONVERT.

HYMN 54. C. M.

Penitential Gratitude.

1 RISE, O my soul, the hours review,

When aw'd by guilt and fear,

To Heav'n for grace thou durst not sue, And found no rescue here:

2 Thy tears are dried, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell'd each bitter care;

For Heav'n itself hath lent its aid,
To save thee from despair.

3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil,
And, from thy mercy's throne,
Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will,
And to resist mine own.

4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ
Thy mercy to adore;

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While Heav'n itself proclaims with joy"One pardon'd sinner more!"

MY

HYMN 55. L. M.

The Convert's grateful acknowledgment. ·
Y soul, with humble fervour raise
To God the voice of grateful praise,
And ev'ry mental pow'r combine,
To bless his attributes divine.

2 Deep on my heart let mem'ry trace
His acts of mercy and of grace;
Who, with a Father's tender care,
Sav'd me when sinking in despair;
3 Gave my repentant soul to prove
The joy of his forgiving love;
Pour'd balm into my bleeding breast,
And led my weary feet to rest.

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HYMN 56. P. M. 7

Choosing the heritage of God's people.
EOPLE of the living God!

I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort no where found: Now to you my spirit turns,

Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
Oh, receive me into rest.
2 Lonely I no longer roam,

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Like the cloud, the wind, the wave,
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave:
Mine the God whom you adore-
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Ev'ry idol I resign.

FAR

HYMN 57. L. M.

The returning Sinner.

AR from thy fold, my God, my feet Once mov'd in error's devious maze, Nor found religious duties sweet,

Nor sought thy, face, nor lov'd thy ways. 2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou could'st 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, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all.

4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give;

From fame, from wealth, from friends, I'd part, Beneath thy countenance to live. 5 And when, in smiling friendship drest, Death bids me quit this mortal frame, Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast,

My latest breath shall bless his name. 6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise,

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And soar above yon starry spheres, Join the full chorus of the skies,

And sing thy praise thro' endless years.

HYMN 58. P. M. 8, 7.

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A miracle of Grace.

HAIL, my ever blessed Jesus,
Only thee I wish to sing;

To my soul thy name is precious,

Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King.
2 Oh, what mercy flows from heav'n,
Oh, what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiv'n-
I'm a miracle of grace.

3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.
4 Witness, all ye hosts of heav'n,
My Redeemer's tenderness!
Love I much ?-I've much forgiv'n-
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir;

Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
While, astonish'd, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That bless'd moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace;