THE SINNER.

DEPRAVITY.

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L. M.

Original and actual sin.

, 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.
310

C. M.
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.

WHILE

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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.
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. 311

S. M.
Dead in trespasses and sins.
OW helpless nature lies,

Unconscious of her load!
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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S. M.

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Helpless and guilty.

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Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We sink beneath his rod.
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. 313

C. M.
Without God in the world.
(OD is in this and every place;

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 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.

314

C. M. Feeling after God. HOU hidden God, for whom I groan,

Till thou thyself declare, God, inaccessible, unknown,

Regard a sinner's prayer:
2 A sinner welt'ring in his blood,

Unpurged and unforgiven:
Far distant from the living God,

As far as hell from heaven.
3 An unregen'rate child of man,

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.
5 I would not to thy foe submit;

I hate the tyrant's chain ;
Send forth the pris'ner from the pit,

Nor let me cry in vain. 6 Show me the blood that bought my peace,

The cov'nant blood apply;
And all my griefs at once shall cease,

And all my sins shall die. 315

L. M.
Sin's incurable disease.
GOD, to whom, in flesh reveald,

The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be relieved and heal’d,

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.

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JESUS

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

C. M.
The leper.
SUS, if still thou art to-day,

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Present to heal,-in me display

The virtue of thy Name.
2 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,

Thy miracles repeat;
With pitying eyes behold me fall

A leper at thy feet. 3 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorrd,

I sink beneath my sin;
But, if thou wilt, a gracious word

Of thine can make me clean.

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