A Collection of Hymns

3 Therefore my hope is in God's grace,
And not in my own merit;
On him my confidence I place,
Instructed by his Spirit:
His precious word hath promis'd me,
He will my joy and comfort be;
Thereon is my reliance.

4 Tho' sin with us doth much abound,
Yet grace still more aboundeth;
Sufficient help in him is found,
Where sin most deeply woundeth:
He the good Shepherd is indeed,
Who his lost sheep doth seek, and lead,
With tender love and pity.

252.

T. 75.

O Whither shall I fly, Depress'd with misery? Who is it that can ease me, And from my sins release me? Man's help I vain have proved, Sin's load remains unmoved. 2 O Jesus, Source of grace! I seek thy loving face, Upon thy invitation, With deep humiliation; Oh, let thy blood me cover, And wash my soul all over. 3 I thy unworthy child, Corrupt throughout and spoil'd, Beseech thee to relieve me, And graciously forgive me My sins, which have abounded, And my poor soul confounded. 4 Thro' thy atoning blood, That precious healing flood, Purge off all sin and sadness, And fill my heart with gladness; Lord, hear thou my confession, And blot out my transgression. 5 Thou shalt my comfort be, Since thou hast dy'd for me; I am by thee acquitted Of all I e'er committed; My sins by thee were carry'd, And in thy tomb interred. 6 I know my poverty; But ne'ertheless for me

Are all good gifts procured,
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,
And free the soul for ever
From all claim of the devil,
And cleanse us from all evil.

8 Lord Jesus Christ! in thee
I trust eternally:

I know I shall not perish,
But in thy kingdom flourish !
Since thou hast death sustained,
Life is for me obtained.

9 Lord, strengthen thou my heart,
To me such grace impart,
That nought, which may await me,
From thee may separate me;
Let me, with thee, my Saviour,
United be for ever.

253.* T. 123.

O LORD, afford me light!

I'm straying still in darkness,
And know myself not right.
This I perceive, alas!
Tho' I'm not what I was,
Yet what I ought to be
I find not yet in me.

2 I know 'tis not the same
To be a real christian,
Or only one in name;
To him alone is due
That name, who doth subdue
His lusts thro' Jesus' pow'r,
And lives to self no more.
3 Ah, my defect lies here-

My love to thee my Saviour,
Is not as yet sincere;
Hence grief doth me corrode,
I'm to myself a load,
I'm not inclin'd to part

With things that cause me smart.
4 Resolve my
stubborn breast!

I must sincerely venture,
Else I shall find no rest.

If I but bid adieu

To ev'ry fleshly view,

And cleave to Christ alone,

The work at once is done.

5 Vile worm! should'st thou refuse
To Christ to be devoted,
Who dy'd upon the cross
To save thee by his death,
Who gave thee life and breath?
Who Christ hath for his Friend,
His bliss will never end.

6 The language of true faith
Is this: "Lord, my Redeemer,
Oh, by thy blood and death,
Be thou my Help and Shield,
To thee myself I yield.
I'm thine, and thine will be
To all eternity."

7" Do what thou wilt with me;
If I am but prepared

A vessel fit for thee,
To live unto thy praise,
Cloth'd in thy righteousness,
And sanctify'd by grace;
Then happy is my case."

254. T. 14.

THE Lord first empties whom he fills,
Casts down whom he would raise;
He quickens, when the letter kills,
Exalting thus his praise.

2 All fears and terrors, when he smiles,

At once must disappear;
The bruis'd and wounded heart he heals,
And feeds with heav'nly cheer.

3 When he applies his healing blood
Unto a sin-sick soul;
This balsam pow'rful, precious, good,
Ne'er fails to make it whole.

4 He freely laid his majesty
And all his glory by,
That our wants, thro' his poverty,
He richly might supply.

5 He's full of grace and truth indeed,
Of peace, of life and light; '
To all, that helpless sinners need,
He gives thy soul a right.

6 Tho' heav'n's his throne, he came

from thence

To seek and save the lost;
Whate'er might be the vast expence,
His love would bear the cost.

7 On us he spent his life and blood,
Our losses to retrieve;
Mankind's redemption now holds good
For sinners who believe.

255. T. 96.

THE Lord descended from above,
Our loss of Eden to retrieve;
O God of mercy, grace and love,

If all the world in thee may live,
In me a quick'ning spirit be,
And witness thou hast dy'd for me.

2 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb,
By all thy pain and agony,
Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame,
Thy cross and passion on the tree,
Thy meritorious death, I pray,
Take all, take all my sins away.
3 I'll be like Magd'len at thy feet,
And humbly bathe them with my
tears;

The hist'ry of thy love repeat

In ev'ry mourning sinner's ears; That all may hear the joyful sound, That I, ev'n I, have mercy found.

256. T. 14.

IN thee, O Christ, is all my hope,
My comfort's all in thee,
Since I'm assur'd thy mercy's nigh,

And that thou stand'st by me.
2 Me, nor the saints on earth can help,
Nor angels near thy throne;
To thee I run, thy help to find,

In thee I trust alone.

3 I feel the load of sin so vast,
It sinks me to the grave:
But let thy blood wash out my sins,
Since me thou cam'st to saye..

4 Cloth'd in thy righteousness divine,
O may I see thy face,

Receive the promise from above,
That I'm restor❜d by grace.

5 On me, thy helpless worm, O Lord, Till I can, by grace restor❜d,

A living faith bestow; That I thy mercy, truth and love, May by experience know.

257. T. 205.

LONG I strove my God to love,
Long I strove his laws to keep,
Fain would fix my thoughts above,
Faintly hop'd I was his sheep;
But my striving all prov'd vain,
Still I found my heart in pain;
Yet ne'er all my vileness saw,
Till declar'd accurs'd by law.

2 When with sense of guilt opprest,
All my soul was sunk in fear,
Pain and anguish fill'd my breast;"
Then did Jesus Christ appear:
Not with vengeance in his eyes,
No, but as a sacrifice
Acceptable unto God;

Glorious off'ring, precious blood!

3 He was offer'd on the tree,

Jesus the unspotted Lamb: Worthy truth, great mystery! By his blood salvation came. By his stripes my wounds are heal'd, By his death, God's love reveal'd; We, once strangers far from God, Are brought nigh by Jesus' blood.

258. T. 581.

SAVIOUR of thy chosen race, View me from thy heav'nly throne; Give the sweet relenting grace,

Soften thou this heart of stone; Stone to flesh, O God, convert, Cast a look, and break my heart! 2 By thy Spirit me reprove,

All my inmost sins reveal;
Sins against thy light and love

Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins, that crucify'd my God,
Sins, for which he shed his blood.
3 Jesus, seek thy wand'ring sheep,
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on thee and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn;

Say: thou know'st, I love thee, Lord.
4 Might I in thy sight appear,
As the publican, distrest;
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast;
Utter the poor sinner's plea,
God, be merciful to me!
5 Ah, remember me for good,
Passing thro' this mortal vale!
Show me thy atoning blood,
When my strength and courage fail;
Let me oft in spirit see
Jesus, crucify'd for me!

259. T. 582.

AH! whither should I go, Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come, Ah! why should I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stray.

2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part? Which will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within, Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin.

3 Jesus, the hind'rance show,

Which I have fear'd to see:
Yea, let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying pow'r display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the vail away.

4 I now believe; in thee
Compassion reigns alone:
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,

Which thou wouldst fain remove: Remove it, then shall I declare,

That thou, O God, art love!

260. T. 582.

OLORD, how vile am I,

Unholy and unclean!

How can I venture to draw nigh

With such a load of sin ?

And must I then indeed
Sink in despair and die ?

3 Break, O break this heart of stone;

Form it for thy use alone;
Bid each vanity depart,

Build thy temple in my heart.

4 This be my support in need, That thou didst so freely bleed: All my joys and hopes arise

Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed From thy bleeding sacrifice.

For such a wretch as I.

2 That blood which thou hast spilt,
which is thy own,
That grace
Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
And soften hearts of stone.

Low at thy feet I bow,
Oh pity and forgive:

Here will I lie, and wait till thou
Shalt bid me rise and live.

crimes,

By which I've grieved thee. 2 These were the unrelenting foes, Which made thee groan and cry; Caus'd thee to shed thy precious blood, And bow thine head, and die.

3 Thy love hath thaw'd my frozen heart,

And caus'd my tears to flow; I now abhor that monster sin,

And find he is my foe.

4 I trust my guilt was done away
By my incarnate God,

Who felt, t' atone for man's offence,
The sin-avenging rod.

262. T. 11.
HEAR, O Jesus, my complaints,
Known to thee are all my wants;
Self-convicted, self-abhorr'd,
I approach thee, dearest Lord.

2 Known to thee, whose eyes are flame.
I thy love and pity claim:
With an eye of love look down,
Help me, Lord, O help me soon.

5 This confirms me when I'm weak, Comforts me, when I am sick, Gives me courage, when I faint, Well supplies my ev'ry want. 6 Saviour, to heart be near, Exercise thy Shepherd-care; Guard my weakness by thy grace, Fill soul with heav'nly peace. 263,* T. 205.

OH, how great, how rich, how free, Is the grace which Christ bestows! Only cast your misery

At the foot of Jesus' cross; Weeping at the throne of grace Lie, and never quit the place, Never till your suit's obtain'd, Never till the blessing's gain'd.

264. T. 16. NOTHING but thy blood, O Jesus!

Can relieve us from our smart; Nothing else from guilt release us, Nothing else can melt the heart, 2. Nothing else can ease our burthen: Jesus' precious blood alone, Can produce a sense of pardon, And dissolve a heart of stone.

Sure my soul's anchor may remain;
Ev'n Christ, who to atone for sin,

Was as a spotless victim slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay
When heav'n and earth are fled away.
2 O Lord, thy everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasseth far:
Thou show'st maternal tenderness,
Thy arms of love still
open are,
Thy heart o'er sinners can't but break,
Whether thy grace they slight or take.
3 God in man's death takes no delight;
Each soul may grace and life obtain,
In him, who left his glory bright,

Took flesh, and dy'd, and rose again:
And now he knocks times numberless
At our hearts' door, and offers grace.
4 O Love! thou bottomless abyss!

My sins are swallow'd up in thee;
Cover'd is my unrighteousness,
From condemnation now I'm free;
Since Jesus' blood, thro’earth and skies,
Mercy, free boundless mercy!" cries.
5 By faith I plunge into this sea,
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when sin assails, I flee,

I look into my Saviour's breast:

6 Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head,

Tho' strength, and health, and friends be gone;

Tho' joys be wither'd all and dead;

Tho' ev'ry comfort be withdrawn;
Stedfast on this my soul relies,
Jesus, thy mercy never dies.

7 Fix'd on this ground may I remain,
Tho' my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away:
Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prøve,
Lov'd with an everlasting love!
269.*

T. 22.

IN holy writ it is avow'd

That Christ was Israel's Cov'nant-God,
The Church's everlasting Head,
God of the living and the dead.
2 All things were made by Christ, the
Word,

By Christ was man to life restor❜d;
The Prophets, strong in faith and bold,
His coming in the flesh foretold.

3 No wonder therefore that we read,
Abra'm to see his day was glad ;
Isaiah too his glory saw,
And spoke of him with joy and awe.
4 'Tis sure that by his bitter pain,
He for mankind did life obtain,

Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear-Did for his church on earth atone,
"Mercy" is all that's written there.

And for the ransom'd round the throne.

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