In me is all the bar,

Which Thou would'st fain remove : Remove it, and I shall declare

That GOD is only love.

Hymn.

Praying for the cure of Sin's disease.

1 WHILE dead in trespasses I lie,
Thy quick'ning SPIRIT give;
Call me, Thou SON of GOD, that I
May hear Thy voice, and live.

2 While full of anguish and disease,
My weak, distemper'd soul
Thy love compassionately sees,
O let it make me whole!

3 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor I am;

But sure a remedy to find

For all in JESU's Name.

4 I know in Thee all fulness dwells,
And all for wretched man :
Fill ev'ry want my spirit feels,
And break off ev'ry chain.

5. If Thou impart Thyself to me,

No other good I need:

If Thou, the SON, shalt make me free,

I shall be free indeed.

6 From sin, the guilt, the pow'r, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul:

LORD, I believe, and not in vain:
My faith shall make me whole.

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Hymn.

Approaching Christ aright

GOD of my salvation, hear

And help me to believe!
Simply do I now draw near,

Thy blessing to receive.
Full of sin, alas! I am;

But to Thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as newly slain,.
To Thee I lift mine eye!
Balm of all my grief-and pain,
Thy grace is always nigh:
Now, as yesterday, the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be:
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Nothing have I, LORD, to pay,
Nor can Thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, Thou know'st, am poor :
Dust and ashes is my name;

My all is sin and misery:

Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,
Thy blood was shed for me.

SAVIOUR, from Thy wounded side-
I never will depart;

Here will. I my spirit hide,

Till I am pure in heart:

Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea-
Friend of sinners, spotless LAMB,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Hymn.

Approaching Christ aright.

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat
Where JESUS answers pray'r;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;

Thou callest burden'd souls to Thee,
And such, O LORD, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely prest,

By wars without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.

4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place!
That, shelter'd near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell Him, "Thou hast died."

5 Oh wondrous Love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame,

That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious Name.

Hymn.

Prayer beneath the Cross.

1 WOULD JESUS have the sinner die?
Why hangs He then on yonder tree?
What means that strange expiring cry?
(Sinners, He prays for you and me ;)
"Forgive them, FATHER, O forgive:
"They know not that by Me they live!"

2 Thou loving, all-atoning LAMB,
Thee, by Thy painful agony,

Thy bloody sweat, Thy grief and shame,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy precious death, and life,-I pray,
Take all, take all my sins away!

3 O let me kiss Thy bleeding feet,

And bathe and wash them with my tears; The story of Thy love repeat

In ev'ry drooping sinner's ears;
That all may hear the quick'ning sound;
Since I, e'en I, have mercy found!

4 O let Thy love my heart constrain, Thy love for ev'ry sinner free, That ev'ry fallen son of man

May taste the grace that found out me; That all mankind with me may prove, Thy sov'reign, everlasting love.

Hymn.

Approaching Christ aright.

1 JESU, whose glory's streaming rays, Though duteous to Thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face,

But veil'd before Thy presence stand!

2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold Thy awful throne,

Or view Thy unapproached light?

3 Restore my sight: let Thy free grace
An entrance to the holiest give!
Open mine eyes of faith: Thy face
So shall I see; yet seeing, live.

4 O JESUS, full of grace! the sighs
Of a sick heart with pity view!
Hark! how my silence speaks, and cries,
"Mercy, Thou GOD of mercy, show."

5 I know Thou can'st not but be good! [strain?
How should'st Thou, LORD, Thy grace re-
Thou, LORD, whose blood so freely flow'd,
To save me from all guilt and pain.

Hymn.

Seekers encouraged.

1 THE LORD, from His exalted throne,

In majesty array'd,

Looks with a melting pity down
On all that seek His aid.