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to his call attend : Weary and heavy-laden souls, o Sure as I live,” to
he saith, And I will give you rest."
" I ne'er desire the sinner's death,
But that repenting he may turn to
« And live for ever.” Lord, we come He shall be mine and live.”
Of Repentance unto Life.
6 Lord, I'approach thy mercy-seat,
And pray thee to forgive me;
Show pity and receive me;
And them no more remember.
17 Oh, for thy name's sake, let me prove Relieve my guilty conscience.
Thy mercy, gracious Saviour ! 2 In pity look upon my need,
The yoke, which galls me, soon remove,
Restore me to thy favor :
Thy love shed in my heart abroad,
And yield thee true obedience.
Thy stripes heal my diseases;
To save me, dearest Jesus !
Then to thy promis'd rest me bring,
That with the ransom'd I may sing
Thy praise above for ever.
OUT of the deep I cry to thee,
My God! with heart's contrition;
Bow down thine ear in grace to me,
And hear thou my petition;
Man's sin, and great iniquity,
Ah! who can stand before thee?
No work of ours availeth ;
Unless God's grace prevaileth;
We live alorie thro' mercy.
3 Therefore my hope is in God's grace, Are all good gifts procured,
And not in my own merit; Since Jesus death endured:
Thus strengthen'd, I may banish
All fears, my foes must vanish.
7 Christ ! thy atoning blood,
The sinner's highest good,
Is pow'rful to deliver, 4 Thoʻsin with us doth much abound, and free the soul for ever
Yet grace still more aboundeth; From all claim of the devil, Sufficient help in him is found, And cleanse us from all evil.
Where sin most deeply woundeth: He the good Shepherd is indeed,
8 Lord Jesus Christ! in thee Who his lost sheep doth seek, and lead, I know I shall not perish,
I trust eternally:
But in thy kingdom flourish!
Since thou hast death sustained,
Life is for me obtained. ( Whither shall I fly,
9 Lord, strengthen thou my heart, Depress'd with misery?
To me such grace impart,
That nought, which may await me,
From thee may separate me;
Let me, with thee, my Saviour, Sin's load remains unmoved.
United be for ever. 2 Jesus, Source of grace! I seek thy loving face,
253.* T. 123 : Upon thy invitation,
O LORD, afford me light! With deep humiliation ;
I'm straying still in darkness, Oh, let thy blood me cover,
And know myself not right. And wash my soul all over.
This I perceive, alas ! 3 I thy unworthy child,
Tho' I'm not what I was, Corrupt throughout and spoild, Yet what I ought to be Beseech thee to relieve me,
I find not yet in me. And graciously forgive me
2 I know 'tis not the same My sins, which have abounded,
To be a real christian, And my poor soul confounded.
Or only one in name : 4 Thro' thy atoning blood,
To him alone is due That precious healing flood,
That name, who doth subdue Purge off all sin and sadness,
His lusts thro' Jesus' pow'r, And fill my heart with gladness ; And lives to self no more. Lord, hear thou
my confession, And blot out my transgression.
3 Ah, my defect lies here
My love to thee my Saviour, 5 Thou shalt my comfort be,
Is not as yet sincere;
I'm to myself a load,
I'm not inclin’d to part
4 Resolve my stubborn breast! 6 I know my poverty ;
I must sincerely venture, But ne'ertheless for me
Else I shall find no rest,
If I but bid adieu
16 Tho heav'n's his throne, he came To ev'ry fleshly view,
from thence And cleave to Christ alone,
To seek and save the lost; The work at once is done.
Whate'er might be the.vast expence,
His love would bear the cost. 5 Vile worm ! should'st thou refuse To Christ to be devoted,
7 On us he spent his life and blood, Who dy'd upon the cross
Our losses to retrieve; To save thee by his death,
Mankind's redemption now holds good Who gave thee life and breath?
For sinners who believe.
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THE Lord descended from above, 6 The language of true faith Is this : “ Lord, my Redeemer,
Our loss of Eden to retrieve ; Oh, by thy blood and death,
O God of mercy, grace and love,
If all the world in thee Be thou my Help and Shield,
may To thee myself I yield.
In me a quick’ning spirit be, I'm thine, and thine will be
And witness thou hast dy'd for me. To all eternity."
2 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, 7 « Do what thou wilt with me;
By all thy pain and agony, If I am but prepared
Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame, A vessel fit for thee,
Thy cross and passion on the tree, To live unto thy praise,
Thy meritorious death, I pray, Cloth'd in thy righteousness,
Take all, take all my sins away. And sanctify'd by grace;
3 I'll be like Magd'len at thy feet, Then happy is my case.
And humbly bathe them with my
The hist'ry of thy love repeat
In ev'ry mourning sinner's ears; THE Lord first empties whom he fills, That all may hear the joyful sound,
Casts down whom he would raise; That I, ev'n I, have mercy found.
T. 14. 2 All fears and terrors, when he smiles, IN thee, O Christ, is all my hope, At once must disappear ;
My comfort's all in thee, The bruis'd and wounded heart he heals, Since I'm assur'd thy mercy's nigh, And feeds with heav'nly cheer.
And that thou stand'st by me. 3 When he applies his healing blood 2 Me, nor the saints on earth can help, Unto a sin-sick soul;
Nor angels near thy throne; This balsam pow'rful, precious, good, To thee I run, thy help to find, Ne'er fails to make it whole.
In thee I trust alone. 4 He freely laid his majesty
3 I feel the load of sin so vast, And all his glory by,
It sinks me to the grave: That our wants, thro’his poverty,
But lei thy blood wash out my sins, He richly might supply.
Since me thou cam'st to sayes, 5 He's full of grace and truth indeed, 4 Cloth'd in thy righteousness divine, Of peace, of life and light;
I see thy face,
, that helpless sinners need, Receive the promise from above, He gives thy soul a right.
That I'm restor'd by grace.
5 On me, thy helpless worm, O Lord, Till I can, by grace restord, A living faith bestow;
Say : thou know'st, I love thee, Lord. That I thy mercy, truth and love,
4 Might I in thy sight appear, May by experience know.
As the publican, distrest;
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast; LONG I strove my God to love, Utter the poor sinner's plea, ,
Long I strove his laws to keep, God, be merciful to me! Fain would fix my thoughts above,
5 Ah, remember me for good, Faintly hop'd I was his sheep;
Passing thro' this mortal vale!
Show me thy atoning blood,
vileness saw, Let me oft in spirit see Till declar'd accurs'd by law.
Jesus, crucify'd for me! 2 When with sense of guilt opprest, All my soul was sunk in fear,
259 T. 582. Pain and anguish fill'd my breast ;
AH! whither should I Then did Jesus Christ appear:
go Not with vengeance in his eyes,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint ? No, but as a sacrifice
To whom should I my trouble show, Acceptable unto God;
And pour out my complaint? Glorious off'ring, precious blood !
My Saviour bids me come,
Ah! why should I delay ?, 3 He was offer'd on the tree,
He calls the weary sinner home, Jesus the unspotted Lamb:
And yet from him I stray. Worthy truth, great mystery !
2 What is it keeps me back, By his blood salvation came.
From which I cannot part ? By his stripes my wounds are heal'd,
Which will not let
Saviour take By his death, God's love reveald;
Possession of heart ? We, once strangers far from God,
Some cursed thing unknown Are brought nigh by Jesus' blood.
Must surely lurk within,
Some idol which I will not own, 258. T. 581.
Some secret bosom-sin. SAVIOUR of thy chosen race,
3 Jesus, the hind'rance show, View me from thy heav'nly throne; Which I have fear'd to see: Give the sweet relenting grace, Yea, let me now consent to know Soften thou this heart of stone;
What keeps me back from thee. Stone to flesh, O God, convert,
Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying pow'r display; 2 By thy Spirit me reprove,
Into its darkest corners shine, All my inmost sins reveal;
And take the vail away: Sins against thy light and love
4 I now believe; in thee Let me see, and let me feel; Sins, that crucify'd my God,
Compassion reigns alone:
According to my faith, to me Sins, for which he shed his blood.
O let it, Lord, be done! 3 Jesus, seek thy wand'ring sheep, In me is all the bar, Make me restless to return;
Which thou wouldst fain remove:: Bid me look on thee and
weep, Remove it, then shall I declare, Bitterly as Peter mourn ;
That thou, O God, art love!
3 Break, O break this heart of stone; O LORD, how vile am I,
Form it for thy use alone;
Bid each vanity depart,
Build thy temple in my heart.
4 This be my support in need, • And must I then indeed
That thou didst so freely bleed: Sink in despair and die ?
All my joys and hopes arise Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed From thy bleeding sacrifice. For such a wretch as I.
5 This confirms me when I'm weak,
Comforts me, when I am sick, 2 That blood which thou hast spilt, That
Gives me courage, when I faint, which is thy own,
grace Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
Well supplies my ev'ry want. And soften hearts of stone.
6 Saviour, to my
heart be near, Low at thy feet I bow,
Exercise thy Shepherd-care; Oh pity and forgive :
weakness by thy grace, Here will I lie, and wait till thou Fill my soul with heav'nly peace. Shalt bid me rise and live.
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OH, how great, how rich, how free,
Is the grace which Christ bestows! THE mist before my eyes remov'd Only cast your misery With wonder struck I see,
At the foot of Jesus' cross; Dear Lord, the black, the num'rous Weeping at the throne of grace crimes,
Lie, and never quit the place, By which I've grieved thee. Never till your suit's obtain'd, 2 These were the unrelenting foes,
Never till the blessing's gain'd. Which made thee
264. Caus’d thee to shed thy precious blood, NOTHING but thy blood, O Jesus! And bow thine head, and die.
Can relieve us from our smart; 3 Thy love hath thaw'd my frozen Nothing else from guilt release us, heart,
else can melt the heart, And caus’d my tears to flow; 2. Nothing else can ease our burthen: I now abhor that monster sin,
Jesus' precious blood alone,
Can produce a sense of pardon, 4 I trust my guilt was done away
And dissolve a heart of stone. By my incarnate God,
265.* Who felt, † atone for man's offence,
BE not dismay'd-in time of need, The sin-avenging rod.
Thy Saviour knows thy irksome situa. 262. · T. 11.
His heart is mild, with pity fillid, HEAR, O Jesus, my complaints,
Can't see thy grief without commiseraKnown to thee are all my wants ; tion. Self-convicted, self-abhorr'd,
2 To Christ draw nigh—for help apply, I approach thee, dearest Lord.
He will pour out on thee the oil of 2 Known to thee, whose eyes are flame. gladness;
[woes, I thy love and pity claim:
He feels and knows-thy griefs and With an eye of love look down, Will turn to joy and comfort all thy Help me, Lord, O help me soon.