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421. C. M.
2. I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this
My life, which Thou hast made Thy care, Lord, I devote to Thee.
5. Now I am Thine, for ever Thine,
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
6. Here in Thy courts I leave my vow, And Thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord.
423. C. M.
1. SON of the Carpenter! receive This humble work of mine, Worth to my meanest labor give, By joining it to Thine.
2. Servant of all, to toil for man
3. Thy bright example I pursue,
4. Careless, through outward cares I go, From all distraction free:
My hands are but engaged below, My heart is still with Thee.
5. Oh! when wilt Thou, my Life, appear! How gladly would I cry"Tis done, the work Thou gav'st me here, "T is finished, Lord!" and fly.
BROWN. C. M.
1. Sweet was the time, when first I felt The Sa-viour's pardoning blood.
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.
3. He met that glance so thrilling sweet,
430. C. M.
1. SWEET was the time when first I felt
2. Soon as the morn the light revealed,
3. In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,
4. Now when the evening shade prevails,
5. Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,
431. C. M.
1. THE winds were howling o'er the deep, Each wave a watery hill;
From the PSALMODIST.
The Saviour wakened from His sleep:
2. The inadman in a tomb had made
4. Oh, madder than the raving man!
5. Yet could I hear Him once again,
432. C. M.
1. DEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall
Low at Thy feet ashamed, I fall,
2. Shall love like Thine be thus repaid?
By earth's low cares so oft betrayed,
3. But He, for His own mercy's sake,
He bids the mourning heart partake
4. Oh, while I breathe to Thee, my Lord,
5. Then shall the mourner at Thy feet,
And grateful, own how kind, how sweet,