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F. R. GREY.

663 Prayer for pardon.

GOD of pity, God of grace:

When we humbly seek thy face,

Bend from heaven, thy dwelling-place: Hear, forgive, and save.

2 When we in thy temple meet, Spread our wants before thy feet, Pleading at the mercy-seat:

Look from heaven and save.

3 When thy love our hearts shall fill, And we long to do thy will, Turning to thy holy hill:

Lord, accept and save.

4 Should we wander from thy fold, And our love to thee grow cold, With a pitying eye behold:

Lord, forgive and save.

5 Should the hand of sorrow press,
Earthly care and want distress,
May our souls thy peace possess;
Jesus, hear and save.

6 And whate'er our cry may be,
When we lift our hearts to thee,
From our burden set us free:
Hear, forgive, and save.

Mrs. E. F. Morris.

664 "Jesus, hear my cry!
THOU who didst on Calvary bleed,
Thou who dost for sinners plead,
Help me in my time of need;
Jesus, hear my cry.

665 "Life for evermore.
WHEN the day of toil is done,
When the race of life is run,
Father, grant thy wearied one
Rest for evermore.

2 When the strife of sin is stilled,
When the foe within is killed,
Be thy gracious word fulfilled,-
"Peace for evermore."

3 When the darkness melts away
At the breaking of the day,
Bid us hail the cheering ray,—

Light for evermore.

4 When the heart by sorrow tried
Feels at length its throbs subside,
Bring us, where all tears are dried,
Joy for evermore.

5 When for vanished days we yearn,
Days that never can return,
Teach us in thy love to learn
Love for evermore.

6 When the breath of life is flown, When the grave must claim its own, Lord of life, be ours thy crown,—

Life for evermore.

John Ellerton.

Our sal-va- tion- On

HOLY offerings, rich and rare,
Offerings of praise and prayer,
Purer life and purpose high,
Claspéd hands, uplifted eye,
Lowly acts of adoration

To the God of our salvation-
On his altar laid we leave them:
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

2 Promises in sorrow made,
Left, alas! too long unpaid;
Fervent wishes, earnest thought,
Never into action wrought-
Long withheld, we now restore them,
On thy holy altar pour them:
There in trembling faith to leave them:
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

3 Vows and longings, hopes and fears, Broken-hearted sighs and tears, Dreams of what we yet might be Could we cling more close to thee, Which, despite of faults and failings, Help thy grace in its prevailingsOn thine altar laid we leave them: Christ, present them! God, receive them!

4 Sinful thoughts and willful ways,
Love of self and human praise,
Pride of life and lust of eye,
Worldly pomp and vanity—
Faults that let and will not leave us,
Though their staying sorely grieve us,
Help, oh, help us to outlive them:
Christ, atone for! God, forgive them!

5 Brighter joys and tenderer tears,
Fonder faith, more faithful fears,
Lowlier penitence for sin,

More of Christ our souls within;
Love which, when its life was newer,
Burnt within us deeper, truer—
Lost too long, while we deplore them:
Jesus, plead for! God, restore them!

6 To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Though our mortal weakness raise
Offerings of imperfect praise,

Yet with hearts bowed down most lowly,
Crying, Holy! Holy! Holy!

On thine altar laid we leave them:
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

J. S. B. Monsell.

HERMON. C. M.

LOWELL MASON.

Он, not to fill the mouth of fame
My longing soul is stirred:

Oh, give me a diviner name!

Call me thy servant, Lord!

2 No longer would my soul be known As uncontrolled and free;

Oh, not mine own, oh, not mine own!
Lord, I belong to thee!

3 Thy servant,-me thy servant choose;
Naught of thy claim abate!
The glorious name I would not lose,
Nor change the sweet estate.

4 In life, in death, on earth, in heaven, This is the name for me!

The same sweet style and title given
Through all eternity.

Thomas H. Gill.

669 "Trembleth at my word."

Он, for that tenderness of heart,
That bows before the Lord;
That owns how just and good thou art,
And trembles at thy word.

2 Oh, for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow;
That sense of guilt which, trembling, fears
The long-suspended blow!

3 Saviour! to me, in pity give,

For sin, the deep distress;

The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive,
And bid me die in peace.

4 Oh, fill my soul with faith and love,
And strength to do thy will;
Raise my desires and hopes above,—
Thyself to me reveal.

Charles Wesley.

CHERITH. C. M.

Arr. fr. SPOHR.

AS PANTS the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God—the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God; who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy.

4 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord! wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

SEYMOUR. 75.

Henry F. Lyte.

671

"I shall be with Him." LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live;

To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before;

No one into his kingdom comes,

But through his opened door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet, Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What will thy glory be!

5 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;

But 't is enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.

Richard Baxter.

Arr. fr. VON WEBER.

672 “My repentings are kindled.”
DEPTH of mercy!—can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face:
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 Kindled his relentings are;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, How shall I give thee up?-
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

4 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands!
God is love! I know, I feel:

Jesus weeps, and loves me still

Charles Wesley.