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72.

WITH trembling awe we come,

And bow before Thy throne;

For all our thoughts and secret sins
To Thee, great God, are known.

How dreadful is the might
Of Thine avenging hand !
The fiery terrors of Thy wrath
What mortal can withstand?

3 As guilty Sodom fell

Beneath Thy righteous doom,
So flames of everlasting woe
Shall all thy foes consume.

4 Lord, hear our earnest cry,
And while we live to pray,
O give us grace to love Thy law,
And strength to keep Thy way.

Second Sunday in Lent.

73.

Amen.

OH help us Lord! each hour of need

Thy heavenly succour give;

Help us in thought and word and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.

Oh help us when our spirits bleed
With contrite anguish sore,

And when our hearts are cold and dead,
Oh help us, Lord, the more.

3 Oh help us, through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.

4 Oh help us Jesus! from on high,
We know no help but Thee;

Oh! help us so to live and die

As Thine in Heaven to be. Amen.

74.

H. H. Milman.

I CHRISTIAN! dost thou see them

On the holy ground,

How the troops of Midian

Compass thee around?

Christian! up and smite them,

Counting gain but loss:

Smite them by the merit

Of the Holy Cross !

2 Christian! dost thou feel them,
How they work within,
Striving, tempting, luring,
Goading into sin?

Christian! never tremble!

Never be down-cast!
Still thy trust in Jesus

Ever hold thou fast!

3 Christian! dost thou hear them, How they speak thee fair?

Always fast and vigil!

Always watch and prayer!

Night shall end in day. Amen.

St. Andrew of Crete. J. M. Neale. (tr.)

75.

I LORD, when we bend before Thy throne,

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And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own,

And hate what we deplore.

Our broken spirits pitying see;

And penitence impart ;

Then let a kindling ray from Thee

Beam hope upon the heart.

3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign;

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And not a thought our bosom share,

That is not wholly Thine.

Let faith each meek petition fill,

And waft it to the skies;

And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still,

That grants it, or denies. Amen.

Third Sunday in Lent.

76.

J. D. Carlyle.

I JESU, Lord, we kneel before Thee,

Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear;
While our waiting souls adore Thee,
Friend of helpless sinners, hear:
By Thy mercy,
O deliver us, good Lord.

2 Taught by Thine unerring Spirit,
Boldly we draw nigh to God,
Only in Thy spotless merit,
Only through Thy precious blood:
By Thy mercy,

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O deliver us, good Lord.

From the depths of nature's blindness,
From the hardening power of sin,
From all malice and unkindness,
From the pride that lurks within,
By Thy mercy,

O deliver us, good Lord.

4 When temptation sorely presses,
In the day of Satan's power,
In our times of deep distresses,
In each dark and trying hour,
By Thy mercy,

O deliver us, good Lord.

5 In the solemn hour of dying,
In the awful Judgment-day,

May our souls, on Thee relying,
Find Thee still our hope and stay:
By Thy mercy,

O deliver us, good Lord.

6 Jesu, may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford;

May we, now Thy love possessing,
And at length our full reward,
Ever praise Thee,

Thee, our ever-glorious Lord. Amen.

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O CHRIST, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord,

The weary sinner's friend!

Come to my help; pronounce the word,
And bid corruption end.

Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine,
Victorious Thou canst prove,

For everlasting strength is Thine,
And everlasting love.

2 Thy powerful Spirit can subdue

Unconquerable sin,

Cleanse my foul heart, and make it new,

And write Thy law within.

Bound down with twice ten thousand ties,
Yet let me hear Thy call,

My soul in confidence shall rise,

Shall rise and rend them all.

3 Speak, and the deaf shall hear Thy voice, The blind his sight receive,

The dumb in songs of praise rejoice,

The heart of stone believe;

The Ethiop then shall change his skin,

The dead to life awake;

The loathsome leper shall be clean,

And I my sins forsake.