4 Jesus, the hindrance show, Which I have feared to see; Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me back from Thee. 5 Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away!
I Is this the kind return?
Are these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow?
2 To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduced our mind! What strange, rebellious wretches we! And God as strangely kind.
3 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh ;
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone And give us hearts of flesh.
4 Let past ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes,
And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise.
1 LORD, at Thy mercy-seat
Humbly I fall;
Pleading Thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call;
Now let Thy work begin, O make me pure within, Cleanse me from every sin, Jesus, my all.
2 Hark! how the words of love
Tenderly fall,
Ere to the realms above,
Heard is my call;
Now every doubt has flown, Broken my heart of stone, Lord, I am Thine alone, Jesus, my all.
3 Still at Thy mercy-seat Humbly I fall;
Pleading the promise sweet, Heard is my call.
Faith wings my soul to Thee; This all my hope shall be, Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all.
I O LORD, turn not Thy face away From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life With tears and bitter cry.
2 We need not to confess our fault, For surely Thou canst tell:
What we have done, and what we are, Thou knowest very well.
3 Wherefore to beg and to entreat With tears we come to Thee, As children that have done amiss Fall at their father's knee.
4 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat The blessing which we crave, When Thou dost know, before we speak, The thing that we would have.
5 Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask, This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer; O let Thy mercy come!
J. MARDLEY AND R. HEBER.
I OPPRESSED with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear; Opposed by many a mighty foe, Yet will I not despair.
2 With this polluted heart I dare to come to Thee, Holy and mighty as Thou art, For Thou wilt pardon me.
3 I feel that I am weak,
And prone to every sin;
But Thou who giv'st to those who seek, Wilt give me strength within.
4 I need not fear my foes ; I need not yield to care;
I need not sink beneath my woes, For Thou wilt answer prayer.
5 In my Redeemer's name, I give myself to Thee; And, all unworthy as I am, My God will welcome me.
I SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in Thee?
2 My crimes, though great, cannot 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
And make my guilty conscience clean! Here, on my heart, the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes.
4 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.
I SINFUL, sighing to be blest, Bound, and longing to be free; Weary, waiting for my rest: "God be merciful to me! 2 Holiness I've none to plead, Sinfulness in all I see;
I can only bring my need: "God be merciful to me !
3 Broken heart and downcast eyes Dare not lift themselves to Thee, Yet Thou canst interpret sighs: "God be merciful to me!"
4 There is One beside the throne, And my only hope and plea Are in Him, and Him alone: "God be merciful to me!" 5 He my cause will undertake, My interpreter will be; He's my all, and for His sake, "God be merciful to me!"
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: CONFLICT. 450
I ALAS! what hourly dangers rise! What snares beset my way!
To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes, And hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in 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 O keep me in Thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee! And let me never, never stray From happiness and Thee.
I AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?
Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy Word.
I AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on: A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.
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