345 L. M. The love of Christ constraineth. 2 Cor. 5:14. Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove Amid the wonders of thy love, Sweet hope revives my drooping heart, And bids intruding fears depart. 2 For mortal crimes a sacrifice, The Lord of life, the Saviour dies; What love! what mercy! how divine! Jesus, and can I call thee mine? 3 Repentant sorrows fill my heart, But mingling joy allays the smart; O, may my future life declare This sorrow and the joy sincere. 4 Be all my heart and all my days Devoted to my Saviour’s praise; And let my glad obedience prove How much I owe, how much I love. 346 L. M. The contrite heart. Show pity, Lord; O Lord forgive; Let a repentant rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes, though great, can not surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound; So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here, on my heart, the burden lies, And past offenses pain my eyes. 4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 347 L. M. Restore unto to me the joy of thy salvation. Psalm 51. A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne’er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. 3 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. 4 O, may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness. 348 L. M. 6 lines. Here is my heart. Here is my heart—I give it thee! My God, I heard thee call, and say, “Not to the world, my child—to me!” I heard thy voice and will obey; Here is love’s offering to my King, Which in glad sacrifice I bring.