HYMN 357. L. M.

Armley. Surry.

A sinner submitting to God.
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TEARY of struggling with my pain,

Hopeless to burst this sinful chain,
At length I give the contest o'er,

And seek to free myself no more.
2 From my own works at last I cease-
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,

Unless thy sov'reign grace I share. 3 Lord, I despair myself to heal;

I see my sin but do not feel ;
Nor shall I till thy Spirit blow,

And bid th' obedient waters flow; 4 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give,

Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign, --.
To draw, redeem, and seal is thine.
HYMN 358. L. M. CRUTTENDEN.

Kingsbridge. Darwent.
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I OWN my guilt, my sins confess;

Can men or devils make them more? Of crimes already numberless,

Vain the attempt to swell the score. 2 Were the black list before my sight,

While I remember thou hast dy'd, 'Twill only urge my speedier flight,

To seek salvation at thy side. 3 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down,

To thee reveal my guilt and fear, And, if thou spurn me from thy throne, I'll be the first who perish'd there.

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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION.

HYMN 359. C. M. STRONG.

Wantage. Martyr's.

Slain and reviving. Rom. vii. 9.
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SMOTE by the law. I'm justly slain ;

Great my
Pity a sinner fill’d with pain,

Nor drive me from thy face.
2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul

Thy justice, all in flames,
Gives sentence on this heart so foul,

So hard, so full of crimes.
3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel;

I fear, but don't relent,
Perhaps of endless death the seal:

Oh, that I could repent !
4 My pray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile;

My duties black with guilt;
On such a wretch can mercy smile,

Tho' Jesus' blood was spilt?
5 Speechless I sink to endless night,

I see an op'ning hell;
But lo! what glory strikes my sight!

uch glory who can tell !
6 Enrapt in these bright beams of peace,

I feel a gracious God:
Swell, swell the note: Oh, tell his grace;
Sound his high praise abroad!

HYMN 360. 8,7, 4.
Tamworth. Jordan. Littleton.

The surrender. 1

WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Lord, I make a full surrender,
Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine,

Thine entirely,

Thro'eternal ages thine.
2 Known to all to be thy mansion,

Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession,
When they find the Lord is near-

Shout, O Zion!
Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!
HYMN 361. L. M. LivingstONE.

Luther's Hymn. Bath. Conviction and conversion. Ps. cvii. 17-20. 1

, Destruction hovers o'er his head; And conscience throws her darts around,

And poison rankles in each wound. 2 Despair and death his heart assail,

And all his hopes of comfort fail;
Till, deeply humbled in the dust,

He owns his punishment is just.
3 Then Penitence beside him stands,

With brow severe, but healing hands;
The wounds she probes, the balm applies,

To heav'n directs the mourner's sighs. 4 To heav'n his streaming eyes he rears,

And Mercy's radiant form appears;
She whispers peace and hope within,
His sorrows cease-his joys begin.

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HYMN 362. C. M. HOSKINS.

Buckingham. Wantage.

The Jailor. Acts xvi. 30, 31. 16 W!

THAT must I do," the jailor cries,

"To save my sinking soul?" “ Believe in Christ," the word replies,

“Thy faith shall make thee whole." 2 Our works are all the works of sin,

Our nature quite depravd:
Jesus alone can make us clean ;-

By grace are sinners sav'd.
3 Come, sinners, then, the Saviour trust,

To wash you in his blood;
To change your hearts, subdue your lust,
And bring you home to God.
HYMN 363. C. M. NEWTON.

Barby. Mear.

Heart taken. Luke xi. 21, 22.
1
TH
HE castle of the human heart,

Strong in its native sin,
Is guarded well in every part,

By him who dwells within.
2 For Satan there in arms resides,

And calls the place his own;
With care against assaults provides,

And rules as on a throne.
3 But Jesus, stronger far than he,

In his appointed hour,
Appears to set his people free

From the usurper's pow'r. 4 "This heart I bought with blood,” he cries,

“And now it shall be mine;" His voice the strong man arm’d dismays; He knows he must resign.,

5 In spite of unbelief and pride,

And self and Satan's art,
The gates of brass fly open wide,

And Jesus wins the heart.

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HYMN 364. S. M. S.

St. Thomas. Dover. 1 BENEATH the pois

nous dart Of Satan's rage I fell How narrowly my feet escap'd

The snares of death and hell! 2 Darkness, and shame, and grief

Oppress'd my gloomy mind;
I look'd around me for relief,

But no relief could find. 3 At length, to God I cry'd ;

He heard my plaintive sigh;
He heard, and instantly he sent

Salvation from on high. 4 Oh, may I ne'er forget

I
The mercy of my God!
Nor ever want a tongue to spread
His loudest praise abroad.

HYMN 365. 8, 7. Newton.
Northampton Chapel. Sicilian H.

Bartimeus. Mark x. 48.
1 “MERCY,0 thou son of David!”

Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd ; “Others by thy word are saved,

Now to me afford thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him,

But he call'd the louder still; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, “Come, and ask me what

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