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LXIX. THE SAME. FOR A BACKSLIDER.

Hymn 9.

Master, come, no more delay,
From Thine own no longer stay,
Whom Thou lov'st is sick of pride,
Sick for whom Thyself hast died.
See the soul whose fall we weep,
Come, and wake him out of sleep,
Lull'd in self-security,
Halting 'twixt the world and Thee.
Hear our faith's effectual prayer,
Snatch him from the fatal snare,
Now Thy ready help supply,
Come, before our brother die.
Ask, (Thyself hast said,) and have:
Save him then, in mercy save,
Grant the grace for him we claim,
Life we ask in Jesu's name.

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Jesu, call to mind Thy word,
Give him to our faith restored,
Freely his backslidings heal,
On his heart his pardon seal.
Make him as the troubled sea,
Till he find his rest in Thee,
Bind, and then his soul release,
Bid him then depart in peace.