3 Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity :—

So wide it never pass'd by one,

Or it had pass'd by me.

4 My trespass was grown up to heaven;
But, far above the skies,
Through Christ abundantly forgiven,
I see thy mercies rise.

5 The depth of all-redeeming love,
What angel tongue can tell?
O may I to the utmost prove
The gift unspeakable!

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Rejoicing in the glory of His grace.

L. M.

to whose grace

T Hath animated senseless stones,-
Call'd us to stand before his face,
And raised us into Abrah'm's sons.

2 The people that in darkness lay,
In sin and error's deadly shade,
Have seen a glorious gospel-day
In Jesus' lovely face display'd.

3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
And bared thine arm in all our sight;
Hast made the reprobates thine own,
And claim'd the outcasts as thy right.
4 Thy single arm, almighty Lord,

To us the great salvation brought; Thy Word, thy all-creating Word,

That spake at first the world from naught. 5 For this the saints lift up their voice, And ceaseless praise to thee is given; For this the hosts above rejoice,

And praise thee in the highest heaven.

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DEPRAVITY.

Original and actual sin.

L. M.

LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,

And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defiled in every part.
3 Behold, we fall before thy face;
Our only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

5 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone,
Hath power sufficient to atone ;

Thy blood can make us white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse us so.

6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make these broken hearts rejoice.

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WH

Totally diseased.

HILE dead in trespasses I lie,
Thy quick'ning Spirit give;

Call me, thou Son of God, that I
May hear thy voice, and live.

C. M.

2 While full of anguish and disease,
My weak, distemper'd soul
Thy love compassionately sees:
O let it make me whole!

3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still To Jesus' name submit:

Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,
And place me at thy feet.

4 To Jesus' name, if all things now
A trembling homage pay,
O let my stubborn spirit bow,-
My stiff-neck'd will obey.

5 I know in thee all fulness dwells,
And all for wretched man:

Fill every want my spirit feels,
And break off every chain.

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HOW

Dead in trespasses and sins.

helpless nature lies,

Unconscious of her load!

S. M.

The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught but power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine
To form the heart anew:-

3 The passions to recall,

And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall From reason's darken'd eyes.

4 O change these hearts of ours, And give them life divine;

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

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A

Helpless and guilty.

H, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.

S. M.

2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

3 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,—
Her rooted pillars shake.

4 Ah, how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?

None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

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Without God in the world.

C. M.

YOD is in this and every place;

GOD is in

To me!-'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.

2 Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart,-

Till he his glorious self reveals,

The veil is on my heart.

3 O Thou who seest and know'st my grief, Thyself unseen, unknown,

Pity my helpless unbelief,

And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye;
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.

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0

Hardness of heart lamented.
THAT I could repent!

O that I could believe!

S. M.

Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend,
The rock in sunder cleave:
Thou, by thy two-edged sword,
My soul and spirit part;

Strike, with the hammer of thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.

2 Saviour, and Prince of peace!
The double grace bestow;
Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:

Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove:

Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, The balm of pard'ning love.

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The Physician needed.

L. M.

THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear,Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,— Suffer a sinner to draw near,

And graciously receive me still.

2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have;

But I am sick, and want thine aid,

And wait thine utmost power to save. 3 Thy power, and truth, and love divine, The same from age to age endure: A word, a gracious word of thine, The most invet'rate plague can cure. 4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, And long hath languish'd at the pool: A word of thine shall make it rise, And speak me in a moment whole.