4 O could I lose myself in thee;
Thy depth of mercy prove;
Thou vast, unfathomable sea
Of unexhausted love?

5 My humbled soul, when thou art near,
In dust and ashes lies:
How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes?

6 I loathe myself when God I see,
And into nothing fall;
Content if thou exalted be,
And Christ be All in All.

Aylesbury.] HYMN 98. S. M.

10 JESUS! full of grace,

To thee I make my moan,
Let me again behold thy face,
Call home thy banish'd one.

2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,

And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.

3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?

Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,
Abundantly forgive.

4 For thine own mercy's sake
Relieve my wretchedness,
And O my pardon give me back,
And give me back my peace!

5 Again thy love reveal,

Restore that inward heaven:
O grant me once again to feel,
Through faith, my sins forgiven.

Stone to flesh again convert, Write forgiveness on my heart. 2 I believe thy pard'ning grace, As at the beginning free: Open are thy arms to embrace,

Me, the worst of rebels, me: In me all the hind'rance lies; Call'd, I still refuse to rise.

3 Now the gracious work begin; Now for good some token give; Give me now to feel my sin;

Give me now my sin to leave;
Bid me look on thee and mourn;
Bid me to thy arms return!

4 Take this heart of stone away:
Melt me into gracious tears;
Grant me power to watch and pray,
Till thy lovely face appears:
Till thy favour I retrieve,

Till by faith again I live.

Old Windsor.] HYMN 97. C. M.

WHY did I my Saviour leave,
So soon unfaithful prove:

How could I thy good Spirit grieve,
And sin against thy love?

2 I forc'd thee first to disappear,
I turn'd thy face aside;

Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here,
Thy servant had not died.

3 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er,
And pard'ning love takes place!
Assist me, Saviour, to adore

The riches of thy grace.

4 O could I lose myself in thee;
Thy depth of mercy prove;
Thou vast, unfathomable sea
Of unexhausted love?

5 My humbled soul, when thou art near,
In dust and ashes lies:
How shall a sinful worm appear,
Or meet thy purer eyes?

6 I loathe myself when God I see,
And into nothing fall;
Content if thou exalted be,
And Christ be All in All.

Aylesbury.] HYMN 98. S. M.

JESUS! full of grace,

To thee I make my moan,

Let me again behold thy face,
Call home thy banish'd one.

2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,

And freely my backslidings heal,
And bid me sin no more.

3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?

Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,
Abundantly forgive.

4 For thine own mercy's sake
Relieve my wretchedness,
And O my pardon give me back,
And give me back my peace!

5 Again thy love reveal,

Restore that inward heaven:
O grant me once again to feel,
Through faith, my sins forgiven.

6 Thy utmost mercy show,

Say to my drooping soul,

In peace and full assurance go,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 99. 6 lines 8's.

10 GOD, thy righteousness we own:

Judgment is at thy house begun!

With humble awe thy rod we hear,
And guilty in thy sight appear:
We cannot in thy judgment stand;
But sink beneath thy mighty hand.
2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay,
And still for mercy, mercy, pray:
Unworthy to behold thy face;
Unfaithful stewards of thy grace;
Our sin and wickedness we own,
And deeply for acceptance groan.

3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv'd,
But basely from thy statutes rov'd;
And done thy loving Spirit despite,
And sinn'd against the clearest light;
Brought back thy agonizing pain,
And nail'd thee to the cross again.
4 Yet do not drive us from thy face,
A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race;
But, O! in tender mercy break
The iron sinew in our neck:

1

The soft'ning power of love impart,
And melt the marble of our heart.

Clarks.] HYMN 100. 7's, 6's, & 1 8."

FATHER, if thou must reprove,

For all that I have done,

Not in anger, but in love,
Chastise thine humbl'd son!

Use the rod, and not the sword;
Correct with kind severity;
Bring me not to nothing, Lord,
But bring me home to thee.
2 True and faithful as thou art,
To all thy church and me,
Give a new, believing heart,

That knows and cleaves to thee.
Freely our backslidings heal;

And by thy balmy blood restor❜d,
Grant that every soul may feel,
Thou art our pard'ning Lord.

3 Might we now with pure desire,
Thine only love request:
Now with willing heart entire,
Return to Christ our rest!
When we our whole heart resign,
O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee,
Thou art ours, and we are thine,
Through all eternity.

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 101. 6 lines 8's.

in me,

GOD, if thou art love indeed!
Let it once more be prov'd
That I thy mercy's praise may spread,
For every child of Adam free;
O, let me now the gift embrace;
O, let me now be sav'd by grace!
2 If all long-suffering thou hast shown
On me, that others may believe,
Now make thy loving-kindness known,
Now the all-conquering Spirit give;
Spirit of victory and power,

That I may never grieve thee more.

3 Grant my importunate request: It is not my desire, but thine;