3 Upward I dare not cast my eyes,
For there my judge doth sit;

Nor downward whence the smoke doth rise,
From the infernal pit.

4 How shall I answer at the bar
Of him who is most pure?
I cannot answer for myself,
Myself' I can't endure.

5 My heart the seat of folly is,
My life a life of sin;

Surely I am more brutal far,
Than ever brute has been.

6 I am not worthy of the earth,
Nor worthy of the air,

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Nor worthy of the wat❜ry drop,
But of the damned's fare.

CXCVII. S. M. New Selec.
Complaint of sin.

LORD, how vile am I,
Unholy and unclean!

How can I dare to venture nigh

With such a load of sin?

2 Is this polluted heart

A dwelling fit for thee?

Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part,
What evils do I see!

3 If I attempt to pray,

And raise my soul on high,
My thoughts are hurry'd fast away,
For sin is ever nigh.

4 If in thy word I look,

Such darkness fills my mind,
I only read a sealed book,
And no relief can find.

5 Thy gospel oft I hear,

But hear it still in vain ; Without desire, or love, or fear, Harden'd I still remain.

6 And must I then indeed

Sink in despair and die?

Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed
For such a wretch as I.

7 That blood which thou hast spilt,
That grace which is thine own;
Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
And soften hearts of stone.

8 Low at thy feet I bow, O pity and forgive!

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Here will I lie and wait till thou
Shalt bid me rise and live.

CXCVIII. C. M. New Selec.
Remember me.

Jas such 1 look to thee;

ESUS, thou art the sinner's friend,

Now in the bowels of thy love,

O Lord remember me.

2 Remember thy pare word of grace,
Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

3 Thou wondrous advocate with God,
I yield myself to thee,

While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord, remember me.

4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile,
Yet thy salvation's free ;
Then in thy all abounding grace,
Dear Lord, remember me.
5 Howe'er forsaken or distrest,
Howe'er oppress'd I be,

Howe'er afflicted here on earth,
Do thou remember me.

6 And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature-helps all flee.

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Then, O my dear Redeemer, God,
I pray Remember me.

CXCIX. L. M. New Selec.

Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xii. 2.

EHOLD a sinner, gracious Lord,

B Whose soul encouraged by thy word,

At mercy's footstool would remain, And there would look and look again. 2 How oft deceiv'd by self and pride, Has my vile heart been turn'd aside; And Jonah like has fled from thee Till thou hast look'd again on me. 3 Ah! bring a wretched wanderer home, And to thy footstool let me come And tell thee all my grief and pain, And wait and look, and look again

4 Take courage then, my trembling soul.
One look from Christ will make thee whole;
Trust thou in him, 'tis not in vain,
But wait and look, and look again.

B

CC. S. M. Newton.

The pool of Bethesda. John v. 2-9.
ESIDE 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 is no other pool

Where streams of sovereign virtue 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?

7 No: he is full of grace;
He never will permit

A soul, that fain would see his face,
To perish at his feet.

ICCI. C. M. Newton.

The effort.

APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat

Where Jesus answers pray'r;

There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;

Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sovely prest;

By war without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place!.
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, "Jesus dy'd."
5 Oh wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.
6" Poor tempest-tossed soul be still,
My promis'd grace receive;"

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'Tis Jesus speaks-I must, I will, I can, I do believe.

CCII. S. M. Songs in the night.

The law is spiritual.

1 THE law of God is just,

A strict and holy way;

Rom. vii. 14.

And he that would escape the curse
Must all the law obey.

2 Not one vain thought must rise,
Not one unclean desire;
He must be holy, just, and wise,
Who keeps the law entire.

3 If in one point he fail

In thought, or word, or deed,
The curses of the law prevail,
And rest upon his head.
4 Now let me bring my heart,
And with the law compare,
And ask,-if I in ev'ry part
Have paid obedience there?
5 I tremble and retreat;

Behold, O God!-I'm vile :
Guilty, I fall before thy feet,
And own my nature's soil.
6 Lord, I have broke thy law:
I now lament my sin :-
Still I offend in all I do,

I'm carnal and unclean.

7 And does the curse still rest
Upon my guilty head?-
No:-Jesus,-let his name be blest !—
Hath borne it in my stead.

8 He hath fulfill'd the law,
Obtain'd my peace with God;
Hence doth my soul her comforts draw,
And leave her heavy load.

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THE BELIEVER.

DEVOTING HIMSELF TO GOD.

CCIII. S. M. Doddridge.

Devoting himself to God.

ND will the eternal King
So mean a gift regard?

Rom. xii. 1.

That offering, Lord, with joy we bring,
Which thine own hand prepar'd.

2 We own thy various claim,

And to thine altar move:
The willing victims of thy grace,
And bound with cords of love.

3 Descend, celestial fire,

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The sacrifice inflame;
So shall a grateful odour rise
Through our Redeemer's name.

WALKING WITH GOD.

CCIV. L. M. Newton.
Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.
Y faith in Christ I walk with God,

B With heav'n, my journey's end, in view,

Supported by his staff and rod, My road is safe and pleasant too. 2 I travel through a desert wide,

Where many

round me blindly stray;

But he vouchsafes to be my guide,

And keeps me in the narrow way.

3 Though snares and dangers throng my patie And earth and hell my course withstand; I triumph over all by faith,

Guarded by his Almighty hand.

4 The wilderness affords no food, But God for my support prepares; Provides me ev'ry needful good,

And frees my soul from wants and cares. 5 With him sweet converse I maintain, Great as he is, I dare be free;

I tell him all my grief and paju,
And he reveals his love to me.