Thy judgments too, unmov'd I hear, But something yet can do the deed; And move and melt this heart of mine. 66. Free Pardon and Sincere Obedience. (C.M.) HAPPY the man to whom his God, more imputes his sin; But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood, 2 Happy, beyond expression, he 3 His spirit hates deceit and lies, He guards his heart, he guards his eyes, 4 While I my inward guilt supprest, . Thy wrath lay burning in my breast, 5 Then I confess'd my troubled thoughts, Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults, 6 This shall invite thy saints to pray; Temptations rise, our strength and stay, 567. Justification by Faith. Rom. iii. 19, 1 VA (C. M.) 22. AIN are the hopes the sons of men, Their hearts by nature all unclean, 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murm'ring word; And the whole race of Adam stand, 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law Since, to convince and to condemn, 4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace! 568. Forgiveness of Sins on Confession. (S.M.) 1/ BLESSED souls are they, They mourn their follies past, 3 While I conceal'd my guilt, Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help, in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone. 59. A Penitent pleading for Pardon. (L. M.) SHOW HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Are not thy mercies large and free? My crimes are great, but not surpass My lips with shame my sins confess, should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 570 The opened Fountain. Zech. xiii. 1. (C.M.) 1 THE HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see And there may I, though vile as he, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 571. 1 B Adoption. 1 John iii. 1. (S. M.) EHOLD what wond'rous grace, On sinners of a mortal race, 2 "Tis no surprising thing, 3 4 5 6 Nor doth it yet appear, How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. A hope so much divine, May trials well endure; May purge our souls from sense and sin, If in my Father's love, I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit like a dove, To rest upon my heart. We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, 72. A living and a dead Faith. (C. M.) MIST ISTAKEN souls! that dream of heav'n, Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, Vain are our fancies, airy flights, |