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“The Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, forgiving iniquity, transgression and sin, full of compassion, slow to anger, and of great mercy!” The Lord is good to all, and
his tender mercies are over all his works. Let thy saints bless thee; let them abundantly utter the memory of thy good. ness, and sing of thy righteousness, ou God, thou art all love, all goodness, all grace ! let thy servants be all love, and praise, and joy.
For Tuesday Morning.
Come, all harmonious tongues,
And Christ, the Man, we sing.
Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt :
That hellish monsters spilt.
Down to the shades of death,
He bow'd his awful head :
When death itself is dead.
No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more :
And all the heav'ns adore.
There the Redeemer sits,
High on his Father's throne;
And smiles upon his Son.
A PENITENTIARY PRAYER
For Tuesday Morning. O Lord God, merciful and gracious, who illest not the death of a sinner, but ouldest rather that he turn and live ; we el that we are sinners before thee, 'cause we are so unlike to thee. We were orn with inclinations to that which is vil, and we have too much followed those iclinations all our lives. We have lived t a distance from thee, forgetting our wn souls, and that eternal world into hich we must shortly enter. We have een strangers to that holy and heavenly life rhich must prepare us for heavenly blessdness ; and without love to that blessed saviour who so loved us, who wept, and oled, and died for us! With what affecting language did he plead with us ! He called, but we did not answer! He assured us,
“He that cometh unto me I will no wise cast out ;' but we were not moved. His compassion yearned over us; but our hearts did not relent. His blessed Spirit awakened our conscience; but how soon did it fall asleep again. Lord, we are ashamed te look back upon our lives. What deep and heartfelt contrition do our sins call for Lord, give us that godly sorrow which worketh repentance unto salvation, not to be repented of.
And since we have taken upon ourselves the Christian name, how often, alas ! hare we fallen, to the dishonour of God, the discredit of religion, the wounding of ourselves, and the grieving of others ! How many duties have been neglected; hom many performed in a cold, sluggish, and heartless manner ! How many of our talents, which might have been improved to the glory of God, our own comfort, and the good of others, have been wrapped up in a napkin, and buried in the earth How weak is every grace! how much evil is mixed with all our good! How often, omitting our spiritual watch, has Satan surprised us, and temptation prevailed! How much have we conformed to the world, complied with its sinful customs and fashions ! How much have we liyed
rary to our profession, and below
hopes as Christians! What a slow gress have we made in the ways of ness! How frequent and strong have n the workings of unbelief, pride, pas1, envy, and uncharitableness ! Lord, how ny have been our sins; how are they ravated by the lovė and mercy thou t shown to us, and the long experience have had of thy bounty and goodness! ugh thou art our God, how have we nded thee! though our Father, 'how e we displeased thee! How have we by sins wounded that Redeemer who died us, and grieved that Holy Spirit who
comforted us! What sorrow of heart I unfeigned grief do these sins call for! for a broken heart and a contrite spirit ! or inward shame and heartfelt remorse! that our rocky hearts might be broken, i be turned more and more into hearts flesh ! We ask for repentance, for mercy, for rdon and grace, only through the merits d mediation of him who loved us, and ve himself for us : in whom we hope to
found living and dying, and for ever. nen.
For Tuesday Evening.
My crimes though great, do not surpass
My lips with shame my sins confess
Should sudden vengeance seize my breath
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord!