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Original and actual sin.
And born unholy and unclean;
Thy quick’ning Spirit give;
May hear thy voice, and live.
2 While full of anguish and disease,
My weak, distemper'd soul Thy love compassionately sees :
0 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.
A trembling homage pay,
My stiff-neck'd will obey.
And all for wretched man: Fill every want my spirit feels,
And break off every chain. 311
Unconscious of her load!
To happiness and God.
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.
Helpless and guilty.
Be just before his God?
We sink beneath his rod.
With strict inquiring eyes,
A just excuse devise ?
Their ancient seats forsake;
Her rooted pillars shake. 4 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
But through the Saviour's blood. 313
To me !—'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
Till he his light impart,
The veil is on my heart. 3 0 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.
C. M. Feeling after God. HOU hidden God, for whom I groan,
Till thou thyself declare, God, inaccessible, unknown,
Regard a sinner's prayer:
Unpurged and unforgiven:
As far as hell from heaven.
To thee for help I call; Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
And raise me from my fall. 4 The darkness which through thee I feel,
Thou only canst remove; Thine own eternal power reveal,
Thine everlasting love.
I hate the tyrant's chain ;
Nor let me cry in vain. 6 Show me the blood that bought my peace,
The cov'nant blood apply;
And all my sins shall die. 315
The helpless all for succour came;
And found salvation in thy name : 2 Thou seest me helpless and distress’d,
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor; Weary, I come to thee for rest;
And, sick of sin, implore a cure.
3 My sin's incurable disease,
Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal; Inspire me with thy power and peace,
And pardon on my conscience seal. 316
L. M. The inbred leprosy. ESUS, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean ; Purge out the inbred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom sin. 2 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart; Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse; The deepest stains of sin efface,
And drive the evil spirit hence. 4 Be it according to thy word;
Accomplish now thy work in me; And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its deathless powers to thee. 317
The virtue of thy Name.
Thy miracles repeat;
A leper at thy feet. 3 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorrd,
I sink beneath my sin;
Of thine can make me clean.