f 4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, When knotty whips, and ragged thorns 2 "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, Each of my crimes became a nail, 3 "Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guiltless head; Break, break, my heart, oh, burst mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. 4 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, 1 And deep repentance drown mine eyes, HYMN 89. L. M. TH Surry, Carthage. STEELE. HE Lord of life, the Saviour dies, What love, what mercy, how divine! 2 Be all my heart, and all my days HYMN 90. C. M. Walsal, Wantage. B. The Penitent. Luke vii. 36-50. AS once the Saviour took his seat Attracted by his fame, And lowly bending at his feet, 2 Asham'd to lift her streaming eyes She pour'd her costly sacrifice Upon the Saviour's feet. '3 Oppress'd with sin and sorrow's weight, And sinking in despair, With tears she wash'd his sacred feet, 66 4 “Depart in peace,” the Saviour said, 75 HYMN 91. C. M. Bangor, Windsor. STENNETT. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet guilty rebel lies; And upwards to the mercy seat 2 Oh, let not justice frown me hence ; Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes, In ceaseless currents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood, but thou hast spilt. HYMN 92. L M. Antworth, Surry, Darwent. H, that the Lord would hear my cry, 10 td stay his anger lest I die! Thy wrath is just yet, oh, forgive! 2 In all my frame, without, within, How long, my God, must I complain, And deprecate thy wrath in vain? 3 Oh, should I die depriv'd of thee! 4 Ye darling sins, that plague me so, 5 No;-I shall yet his goodness bless; HYMN 93. L. M. MERRICK. Kingsbridge, Armley. Ps. li. 9-13. turn, great Ruler of the skies, Turn from my sin thy searching eyes, Nor let th' offences of my hand, Within thy book, recorded stand. 2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd, A conscience pure, a soul renew'd; Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, An outcast from thy presence roam. 3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart Once more his quick'ning aid impart, My mind from every fear release, And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace. 4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray, 1 From me thy heavenly precepts learn, HYMN 94. C. M. Springfield, Clarendon, Coventry. ALMIGHTY God of truth and love, In me thy power exert The mountain from my soul remove- 2 Do thou in mercy wake within, A sensibility to sin, A pain to feel it near. 3 Teach me the first approach to feel To catch the wand'rings of my will, 4 The filial awe, the contrite heart, HYMN 95. 7s. Pleyel's, Epiphany, Pastoral-Duet. 2 Vilest of the sons of men, |