3 When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,

One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,

His heart that's touch'd with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.

5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord;
Unseal that cleansing tide;

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We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side.

Thou art my rock.-Ps. lxxi. 3.

1 O JESU, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding-place;
By storms of sin and sorrow toss'd,
I seek thy sheltering grace.

2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes I come;

A sinner, save me, or I die,
An outcast, take me home.

3 Once safe in thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;

There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.

4 And when I stand before thy throne,
And all thy glory see,

Still be my righteousness alone

To hide myself in thee."

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Let us lift up our hearts with our hands unto
God in the heavens.-Lam. iii. 41.

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1 LORD, when we bend before thy throne,

And our confessions pour,

Teach us to feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.

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2 Our broken spirits, pitying, see;
And penitence impart;

And let a kindling glance from thee
Beam hope upon the heart.

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer,
May we our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share
Which is not wholly thine.

4 Let faith each meek petition fill,
And waft it to the skies;

And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still
That grants it, or denies.

Lord, remember me.-Luke xxii. 42.

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10 THOU, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me.

2 When on my aching burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, thy peace impart :
In love remember me.

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

O let my strength be as my day:
For good remember me.

4 If on my face for thy dear name
Shame and reproaches be;

All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If thou remember me.

5 And O, when in the hour of death
I own thy just decree,

Be this the prayer of my last breath,
Dear Lord, remember me."

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Come, and let us return unto the Lord.

Hosea vi. 1.

1 COME let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;

Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;

And, though his arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save.

3 Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd;
The dawn shall bring us light:
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in his sight.

4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs his voice.

5 As dew upon the tender herb
Diffusing fragrance round;

As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground:

6 So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;

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That hallow'd morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

My soul thirsteth for God.-Ps. xlii. 2.

1 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;

O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?

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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 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn?
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To the oppressor's scorn?

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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.

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of thine only.-Ps. lxxi. 16.

1 How shall a contrite spirit pray,

A broken heart its grief make known,
A weary wanderer find the way

To peace and rest? Through Christ alone.

2 Father, in him we claim our part,

For thy Son's sake accept us now,
In him well pleased thou always art,
Well pleased with us through him be thou.

3 O look on thine Anointed One;

Thy gift in him is all our plea;

Our righteousness,-what he hath done;
Our prayer,-his prayer for us to thee.

4 So while he intercedes above,

In his dear name may we believe,
And all the fulness of thy love

Into our inmost souls receive.

128 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit.

Ps. li. 17.

1 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.

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2 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.
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
4 O may thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

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Come for all things are now ready.

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Luke xiv. 17.

1 COME, weary souls, in Christ your Lord
To more than Paradise restored,
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace:
2 A pardon written with his blood,
The favour and the peace of God,
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence:

3 The guiltless shame, the calm distress,
The unutterable tenderness,
The genuine meek humility,

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The wonder, Why such love to me?
4 The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face,
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love."

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Search me, O God, and know my heart.
Ps. cxxxix. 23.

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1 0 THOU to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.