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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION.
With humble heart and weeping eye,
Thy favor I implore.
2 On me, O Lord, do thou display
Thy rich, forgiving love:
O take my heinous guilt away,
This heavy load remove.
3 Without thy grace I sink oppressed
Down to the gates of hell ;
O give my troubled spirit rest,
And all my fears dispel.
4 ’Tis mercy, mercy I implore !
O may thy bowels move !
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.
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The pool of Bethesda.
1 LJO W long, thou faithful God, shall I
A A Here in thy ways forgotten lie?
When shall the means of healing be
The channels of thy grace to me?
2 Sinners on every side step in,
And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, a helpless sin-sick soul,
Still lie expiring at the pool.
3 Thou Cov’nant Angel, swift come down,
To-day thine own appointments crown ;
Thy power into the means infuse,
And give them now their sacred use.
4 Thou seest me lying at the pool—
I would, thou knowest, I would be whole,
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister thy healing love.
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