Psalm 51.

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1 LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defiled in every part.

3 Great God! create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
No outward rites can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid;

The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 And can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hope forever fly? There is a great physician near, Look up, O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heavenly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give ! ! See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! "Tis only this dear sacred flood

Hope in Christ.

MRS. STEELE.

Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. 248. 1 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands, The glorious Advocate on high,

With precious incense in his hands! 2 He sweetens every humble groan,

He recommends each broken prayer; Recline thy hope on him alone

Whose power and love forbid despair.. 3 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord! With stronger faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My Father, God, with joy divine.

That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind? 2 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh! "Tis there the power and glory dwell, That save rebellious souls from hell. 3 This is the pillar of our hope,

That bears our fainting spirits up; We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord.

1 THERE is none other name than thine, Jehovah Jesus! Name divine! On which to rest for sins forgiven, For peace with God, for hope of heaven. 2 There is none other name than thine, When cares and fears and griefs are mine,

That, with a gracious power, can heal Each care and fear and grief I feel. 3 There is no other name than thine, When called my spirit to resign," To bear me through that latest strife, And ev'n in death to be my life. Name above every name! thy praise. Shall fill the remnant of my days:

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Jehovah Jesus! Name divine! Rock of salvation! thou art mine,

John 1: 29.

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1 Not all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away,
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on th' accursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

WATTS.

1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head!

1 LORD, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread! I was alive without the law,

And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and
But since the precept came [bright;
With such convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.

3 My guilt appeared but small before,
Till I with terror saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure
Is thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load;
My sins revived again:
I had provoked a dreadful God,

And all my hopes were slain.

5 My God! I cry with every breath,
For some kind power to save;
Oh, break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

3 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason's darkened eyes; -

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
'Tis thine alone to give.

5 Oh, change these wretched hearts of
And give them life divine; [ours,
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

MRS. STEELE.