1 THE PENITENT. CLXXXVII. L. M. Beddome. L 2 Here on my soul a burden lies, CLXXXVIII. C. M. Rippon's Selec. 2 [On us, the vast extent display Take all our heinous guilt away, 3 We sink, with all this weight oppress', 4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore, 5 0, for thy own, for Jesus' sake, Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, 6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend Nor let a rival more pretend i P CLXXXIX. C. M. Charmouth tune. S. Stennett. The Penitent. ROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet And upwards to the mercy seat Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 O let not justice frown me hence: 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt. 5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord, And all my sins forgive: 1 Justice will well approve the word, Why weepest thou? John xx. 13. W Tell me from whence arise Those briny tears that often flow, Dost thou an evil heart lament, 3 Lord, let me weep for nought but sin, "And then, I would, O that I might ! A constant weeper be! CXCI. C. M. Cowper. The contrite heart. Isaiah Ivii. 15. 1 THE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt, 'tis only pain SI sometimes think myself inclin'd 4 My best desires are faint and few, 5 Thy saints are comforted I know, 6 O make this heart rejoice or ache; And if it be not broken, break, CXCII. L. M. Fawcett. The Sinner awakened-What must I do to be saved? Acts ix. 6. WITH melting heart and weeping eyes; My guilty soul for mercy cries, What shall I do, or whither flee, 4 How dreadful now my guilt appears, Does not thy sacred word proclaim CXCIII. S. M. Newton. Complaining-The good that I would, I do not. I Rom. vii. 19. WOULD, but cannot sing, 2 I would, but can't repent, 3 I would, but cannot love, 4 I would, but cannot rest, 5 O could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would, but cannot-Lord, relieve; 6 But if indeed I would, Though I can nothing do; Yet the desire is something good, For which my praise is due. 7 By nature prone to ill, Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will, 8 Wilt thou not crown at length, And with a will, afford me strength, CXCIV. C. M. E. Jones.* The successful Resolve-I will go in unto the King, c. Esther iv. 16. 1 CA thousand thoughts revolve, OME, mourning sinner, in whose breast * Mr. Jones, was a truly worthy pastor of the Eap tist Church at Exon, Devon: he de parted this life on April 15, 765. aged 43. His successor was Mr. Thomas Lewis, who died Dec. 4, 1744, aged 44 years. This page is sacred to his memory. Come, with your fear and guilt opprest, 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 3" Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 6 "I can but perish if I go, CXCV. S. M. Rippon. A broken heart, and a bleeding Saviour. 1UNTO thine altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring; And wilt thou graciously accept 2 To Christ the bleeding Lamb, Thou may'st reject that worthless thing 3 When he gave up the ghost, 1 And now to its most rigorous claims, S CXCVI. C. M. New Selec. Self-Abhorrence. O foolish, so absurd am I Was ever such a monster seen 2 I dare not look upon the earth, My conscience is a doom's-day book, |