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4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
how glorious, how divine ! That can to life and bliss restore
so vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pard’ning love, so free, .so sweet,
dear Saviour, I adore; O keep me at thy sacred feet, and let me rove no more.
PENITENTIAL. The Pool of Bethesda. John v. 2---4. 1 TOW long, thou faithful God, shall I
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;
Still lie expiring at the pool.
To-day thine own appointments crown;
And give them now their sacred use. 4 Thou seest me lying at the pool,
I would, thou know'st I would be whole
PENITENTIAL. 1 THAT my load of sin were gone !
O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
to lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find :
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
and stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
and fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within,
till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
the labour of thy dying love. 5 I would ; but thou must give the power;
my heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
and fill me with thy perfect peace.
6 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;
unconscious of its load !
to happiness and God. 2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
in paths of ruin stray : Reason debas'd can never find
the safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine
the stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
to form the heart anew. 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
and upwards bid them rise; And make the scales of error fall
from reason's darken'd eyes. 5 To chase the shades of death away,
and bid the sinner live! A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
'tis thine alone to give. 6 O change these wretched hearts of ours,
and give them life divine ! Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine.
HYMN XXXVII. Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41. 1
A LAS, what hourly dangers rise!
and hourly watch and pray.
and meltin flowing tears! My weak resistance, ah, how vain !
how strong my foes and fears ! 3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
my feeble efforts aid : Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
though trembling and afraid. 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
when foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up,
or soon my strength will fail. 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, or lure my feet aside, ,
My God, thy powerful aid impart,
my guardian and my guide. 6 O keep me in thy heavenly way,
and bid the tempter flee; And let me never, never stray from happiness and thee.
The Joys of Heaven. 1 NOME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart
their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
and discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere,
adorn the realms of peace. 3 The soul from sin for ever free,
shall mourn its power no more ; But, clothed in spotless purity,
redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!)
th' exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight
on all the heavenly minds. 5 There shall the followers of the Lamb
join in immortal songs, And endless honours to his name
employ their tuneful tongues. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
our feeble notes inspire; Till in thy blissful courts above, we join th' angelic choir.
Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 YOME, we that love the Lord,
and let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,
and thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind
be banish'd from this place; Religion never was design'd
to make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing
that never knew our God, But fav’rites of the heavenly King
may speak their joys abroad. 4 The God that rules on high,
and thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky,
and manages the seas:
5 This awful God is ours,
our Father and our love;
to carry us above.
and never, never sin;
drink endless pleasures in.
to that immortal state,
should constant joys create.
glory begun below:
from faith and hope may grow.
a thousand sacred sweets,
or walk the golden streets.
and every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
to fairer worlds on high.
Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. 1 LTOW long shall earth's alluring toys
detain our heart and eyes,
and strangers to the skies!
they fade upon the sight;
be lost in endless night.
with conscious sighs we own;
o'ershade the smiling noon.
above these gloomy shades,
which sorrow ne'er invades!
or reason's feeble ray,
unconscious of decay.
to guide our upward aim!
our languid hearts inflame.
WHEN I can read
7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
our ardent wishes rise To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, immortal in the skies.
to mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear,
and wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
and fiery darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
and face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
let storms of sorrow fall; So I but safely reach my home,
my God, my heaven, my all. 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul
in seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll across my peaceful breast.
Eccl. ix. 4---6, 10.
The time t ensure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven;
Secure the blessings of the day.
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Alike unknowing and unknown.
Their envy bury'd in the dust;
Beneath the circuit of the sun.
My hands, with all your might pursue ;
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 6 There are no acts of pardon past
In the cold grave to which we haste;