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PENITENCE AND PARDON.
BOOK OF HYMNS.
"I will arise, and go to my father."
1 To thine eternal arms, O God,
Take us, thine erring children, in;
2 Those arms were round our childish ways,
A guard through helpless years to be;
3 We trusted hope, and pride, and strength:
Our strength proved false, our pride was vain,
4 A guide to trembling steps yet be!
Give us of thine eternal powers !
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banished from thy sight;
And guard me that I fall no more.
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
Salvation shall be all my song;
Our multitude of sins forgive!
2 The covenant of forgiveness seal,
And all thy mighty wonders show!
And not one evil thought remain ! 2 O put it in our inward parts,
The living law of perfect love!
Pleading for Pardon. Psalm 51.
May not a sinner trust in thee?
So let thy pardoning love be found. 2 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
And past offences pain mine eyes.
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.
The Prodigal. 1 BROTHER, hast thou wandered far
From thy Father's happy home,
With thyself and God at war?
2 Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for noble uses gave ?
3 Is a mighty famine now
In thy heart and in thy soul ?
4 He can heal thy bitterest wound,
He thy gentlest prayer can hear;
2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star,
Only a faint resemblance bear;
3 Qur outward walk and inward frame
Are scarcely through an hour the same; We vow, and straight our vows forget, And then those very vows repeat.
4 With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess
Our folly and unsteadfastness;
Prayer for Pardon.
1 BEFORE thy mercy's throne,
Thy succor, Lord, we seek;
All helpless we, and weak.
Our wilful course we've run,
And what thou wouldst not, done.
Of lieart, and shame of face;
And all our guilt efface;4 Tois, confession meek,
The penitential prayer;
The contrite heart to spare.
Try spirit's healthful dew
Chas this dead slumber from my soul