COMPLAINING OF A WICKED HEART.

CCX. C. M. S. STENNETT,
Indwelling Sin lamented.

1 WITH

ITH tears of anguish I lament,
Here at thy feet, my God,

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base
So false as mine has been;
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin!

3 My reason tells me thy commands
Are holy, just, and true;

Tells me whate'er my God demands
Is his most righteous due.

4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words
approve :
But still I find it hard t'obey,

And harder yet to love.

5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

6 Break, sov'reign grace, O break the charm,
And set the captive free:
Reveal, Almighty God, thine arm,

1

And haste to rescue me.

CCXI. S. M. RIPPON'S SELEC.

The Evil Heart. Jer. xvii. 9. Mat.. xv. 19

ASTONISH'D and distress'd

I turn mine eyes within ;

My heart with loads of guilt opprest,
The seat of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear.

3 Almighty King of saints,

These tyrant lusts subdue;
Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my powers renew.
4 This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praise.

CCXII. L. M. NEW SELEC.

The heart is deceitful and wicked. Jer. xvii. 9.
HIS wretched heart will still backslide;
O what deceit is treasur'd here!

1

THIS

"Tis full of vanity and pride;

What fruits of unbelief appear!

2 My base ingratitude I mourn,

My stubborn will, my earthly mind;
My thoughts how vain,-to rove how prone,
To every evil how inclined!

3 Who can, amongst the sons of men,

Find out the vileness of my heart? None can the depths of guilt explain, 'Tis all corrupt through every part. 4 Could creatures look into my breast, How would they gaze with strange surprize! They'd hate me with a sore detest,

And turn away their frighted eyes.

within.

5 But what are creatures, Lord, to thee?
They can't forgive one single sin,
Were they dispos'd to pity me,
They could not work one grace
6 To Jesus, then, I'll make my moan,
O cleanse this filthy sink of sin!
Jesus, thou canst, and thou alone;
O condescend to make me clean.
CCXIII. L. M.

The heart deceitful, &c. Jer. xvii. 9.
ALAS! the deep deceit and sin,
Which in my filthy heart reside!
A fruitful source of ills within!
And oft they turn my feet aside.
2 When I remember I am bought

By the Redeemer's precious blood, I humbly hope, (how sweet the thought,) That I shall stray no more from God. 3 But O, this heart! this wretched heart! (Amaz'd, asham'd I am to tell) Consents to act a traitor's part; ` From day to day it joins with hell. 4 O precious Christ! my Saviour God! I would not live thus false to thee; Behold the purchase of thy blood,

And from the tempter set me free.
5 Since not one moment can I stand
If left to self, that fallen stock,
Dear Jesus keep me in thy hand;
Be thou my strength, be thou

my

rock.

LONGING FOR THE COURTS OF THE LORD.
CCXIV. C. M. SONGS IN THE NIGHT.

O that I had wings like a dove! for then would
I fly away, and be at rest. Psalm. Iv. 6.

1

OF

F rest I hear, of rest I talk,
But rest I cannot see;

O how laborious is my work!

Earth has no rest for me.

2 Hard do I toil with sins and woes,
With unbelief and fears;
Satan doth all my work oppose,
My couch is wet with tears.
3 Weary with watchfulness I mourn,
And long to be away;

Were I like doves on pinions borne,
I'd fly without delay.

4 I'd mount above this earthly ball,
And make my way to God;
Fain would I rest my weary soul
In his supreme abode.

5 But why, impatience, dost thou rise?
Depart, thou source of ill!

Why should I fly above the skies,
Before my Father's will?

6 What if on earth I yet must dwell-
If Jesus is but near,

Cheerful I'll fight with sin and hell,
And overcome my fear.

7 No harm can come within the bounds
Which his own hands have set;

My soul shall hide beneath his wounds,
And find a safe retreat.

MEETING AND PARTING WITH BRETHREN.

CCXV. L. M. NEWTON.

A Welcome to Christian friends. At meeting.

INDRED in Christ, for his dear sake,
A hearty welcome here receive;

May we together now partake

'The joys which only he can give. 2 To you and us by grace 'tis given

To know the Saviour's precious name: And shortly we shall meet in heav'n,

Our hope, our way, our end the same. 3 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications sweet,

And cause our hearts to burn with love.

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme,

When christians see each other thus;
We only wish to speak of him

Who lived, and died, and reigns for us.
5 We'll talk of all he did and said,
And suffer'd for us here below;
The path he mark'd for us to tread,
And what he's doing for us now.

6 Thus, as the moments pass away
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.

CCXVI. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The Christian farewell. 2 Cor. xiii. 11.

1 THY presence, everlasting God,

Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad ;