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 sorely prest,

By war without, and fear 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, "Thou hast died."
50 wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.

HYMN 134.

(C. M.):

1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd or unexpress'd;

The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,

The watch-word at the gates of death;-.
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, "Behold, he prays!"

6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one;
They're one in word and mind;
When with the Father and the Son,
Sweet fellowship they find.

70 thou, by whom we come to God,
The life, the truth, the way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!

10THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from iny heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God..
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

HYMN 136.

(L. M.) 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been,
And long in vain thy grace receiv'd;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd;
3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
T' exclude me from thy people's rest.

4 My weary soul, O God, release;
Uphold me with thy gracious hand;
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

HYMN 137.

(L. M.)
THAT my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at least submit,
At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r,
My heart from ev'ry sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

HYMN 138.

Penitential Gratitude.

(c. M.)

1 RISE, O my soul, the hours review,
When, aw'd by guilt and fear,

To heaven for grace thou durst not sue,
And found no rescue here:

2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell'd each bitter care;

For heaven itself has lent its aid
To save thee from despair.

3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil,
And, from thy mercy's throne,
Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will
And to resist mine own:

4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ
Thy mercy to adore;

While heaven itself proclaims with joy→→→ "One pardon'd sinner more!"

FAITH.

HYMN 139.

1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,

(III. 2.)

Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,-
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

HYMN 140.

(L. M.) 1 FAITH is the Christian's evidence Of things unseen by mortal eye; all the bounds of sense, And penetrates the inmost sky.

It

passes

2 Things absent it can set in view,
And bring far distant prospects home;
Events long past it can renew,
And long foresee the things to come.
3 With strong persuasion, from afar
The heavenly region it surveys,
Embraces all the blessings there,
And here enjoys the promises.
4 By faith a steady course we steer,

Through ruffling storms and swelling seas,
O'ercome the world, keep down our fear,
And still possess our souls in peace.

5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears
Safe and serene, though oft distress'd;
By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest.

HYMN 141.

Rom. viii. 31-34.

10 LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and wo!
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who, who shall be our foe?

2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant, That boundless love can give!

3 Who now his people shall accuse?
'Tis God hath justified:

Who now his people shall condemn?
The Lamb of God hath died.

4 And he who died hath ris'n again,
Triumphant, from the grave:

(c. M.)

At God's right hand for us he pleads,
Omnipotent to save.