MERIBAH. C. P. M. SALVATION SOUGHT AND FOUND. 89 LOWELL MASON (1792-1872), 1839. 1. O Thou that hear'st the pray'r of faith, Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on Thee? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, Trusting on ly Thee; Trusting Thee for full sal PENITENTIA. 10. EDWARD DEARLE (1806- ), 1. Weary of earth and la-den with my sin, I look to Heav'n and long to enter in, 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near; 3 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 4 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, 5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, Righteous Lord: WARNER. L. M. ), 1865. Ab. GIOACCHIMO ROSSINI (1792-1868), Thy pard-'ning grace is rich and free; O God, be mer ci- ful to me. 3 God calling yet! and shall I give and alt. 219 1 A contrite Heart. Ps. li. A BROKEN heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er despise 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 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. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719. Ab. and alt, ST. MAURA. H. M. Sir ARTHUR SULLIVAN (1842 ), 1872. 1. I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I can- not count, That all may cleanséd be In Thy once 0 - pen'd fount. I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee; The LENOX. H.M. LEWIS EDSON (1784-1820), 1781. 1. A rise, my soul, a rise, Shake off thy guilt-y fears; The bleeding Sac - ri- fice 222 Prophet, Priest, and King. 2 Great Prophet of my God, Of our salvation came: Of hell subdued, and peace with Heaven. 3 Jesus, my great High Priest, Offered His blood and died; His powerful blood did once atone, 4 My dear Almighty Lord, My Conqueror and my King, Is. liii. 5. Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709. Ab. 223 "Wounded for our Transgressions." 1 THY works, not mine, O Christ, Speak gladness to this heart; They tell me all is done; They bid my fear depart: To whom save Thee, who canst alone 2 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, The balm that makes me whole: 3 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Has borne the awful load Of sins that none in Heaven Or earth could bear but God: Would have been all too few: Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808 ), 1857. Ab. |