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4 O wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,

And past offences pain my eyes.
5 My lips with shame my sins confess

Against thy law, against thy grace.
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,

I am condemned, but thou art clear. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there,

Some sure support against despair, 199. “BE MERCIFUL TO ME, O GOD." (Psalm vi. 1.)

L.M. Babylon-St. Chad-St. Pancras. 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh,

A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free,

O God, be merciful to me.
2 I smite upon my troubled breast,

With deep and conscious guilt oppressed; Christ and his cross my only plea,

O God, be merciful to me.
3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,

Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But thou dost all my anguish see,
O God, be merciful to me.

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,

Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee,

O God, be merciful to me. 5 And when redeemed from sin and hell,

With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.

200.

C.M. “GOD, BE MERCIFUL TO ME A SINNER."

Bangor - Dundee-Messiah. 1 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie,

And knock at mercy's door:
With heavy heart and downcast eye,

Thy favour we implore.
2 On us, the vast extent display

Of thy forgiving love;
Take all our heinous guilt away;

This heavy load remove.
3 'Tis mercy-mercy we implore;

We would thy pity move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,

And thou thyself art love.
4 O! for thine own, for Jesus' sake,

Our numerous sins forgive :

6 Turn, Christian, turn; thy soul apply

To truths divinely given;
The boundless fields of light on high
Remind thee of thy heaven.

7.6.7.6. 197.

FAITH AND FEEBLENESS. 7.8. 7.6.

Dartford-Gilgal. 1 Lord, how wonderful is man

In frailty and in force; Eagle-like he upward can

Fly to the sacred source Of his light and of his love;

But ah, how quickly is he found, Stone-like, falling from above,

Or fluttering on the ground ! 2 Should our hearts, that in the sun

On eagles' wings can move, When the storms have but begun

As weak as insects prove? Hearts that have seemed firm as towers,

Oh, high in aim, in strength how brief! Fly before the windy showers,

Like an autumnal leaf? 3 Wings must often shrink and fail

Until the heart be right; Faith alone can face the gale

With an unflagging might;

Stormy clouds it pierces through,

For bold and patient are its wings; Reaching heavens bright and blue,

It still ascends and sings. 4 Man is like a flame of fire,

That to a spark may die,
Yet recovering re-aspire

In streams towards the sky,
What though broken be his wing,

In thee, O Lord, his help is found;
From new hearts, new pinions spring,

And bear us from the ground, 198.

THE PENITENT (Psalm li.) L. M.

Wittemberg-St. Dunstan-Munich. 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,

Let a repenting rebel live,
Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes, though great, do not surpass

The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound,

So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 Behold, I fall before thy face;

My only refuge is thy grace ;
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

4 O wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,

And past offences pain my eyes.
5 My lips with shame my sins confess

Against thy law, against thy grace. Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,

I am condemned, but thou art clear. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there,

Some sure support against despair, 199. BE MERCIFUL TO ME, O GOD." (Psalm vi. 1.)

L.M. Babylon-St. Chad-St. Pancras. 1 With broken heart and contrite sigh,

A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free,

O God, be merciful to me.
2 I smite upon my troubled breast,

With deep and conscious guilt oppressed ; Christ and his cross my only plea,

O God, be merciful to me.
3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,

Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But thou dost all my anguish see,
O God, be merciful to me.

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