By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 O JESUS, let thy dying cry
      Pierce to the bottom of my heart,
      Its evils cure, its wants supply,
      And bid my unbelief depart.

      2 Slay the dire root and seed of sin;
      Prepare for thee the holiest place;
      Then, O essential Love, come in!
      And fill thy house with endless praise.

      3 Let me, according to thy word,
      A tender, contrite heart receive,
      Which grieves at having grieved its Lord,
      And never can itself forgive;

      4 A heart thy joys and griefs to feel,
      A heart that cannot faithless prove,
      A heart where Christ alone may dwell,
      All praise, all meekness, and all love.