2 What did thy only Son endure
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour to secure
My soul from endless death!
3 O Jesu, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.
4 Author of faith, to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
O let me now receive that gift;
My soul, without it, dies.
5 Surely thou canst not let me die!
O speak, and I shall live;
For here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
6 The worst of sinners would rejoice,
Could they but see thy face!
O let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace.
A HYMN TO CHRIST.
EEK, patient Lamb of God, to thee
I fly, thy meekness give to me:
I choose thee for my life, my crown;
I pant to have thee all my own:
Thou seest my heart, thou know'st my love,
From thee I never will remove;
No shame I fear, no pain, or loss,
But gladly follow to the cross.
2 Make clean as wool my filthy heart;
Wash white as snow my every part;
Give me in stillness to sustain
Whate'er thy wisdom shall ordain.
Carve for thyself in me, and make
My heart thy lamb-like image take:
Yea, slay me, Lord, and offer me
A pure burnt-sacrifice to thee.
3 Bind, Father, hand and foot thy son,
Nor leave thy work till all be done;
9 I sought him in the secret cell,
With unavailing care:
Long did I in the desert dwell,
Nor could I find him there.
10 Still every means in vain I try,
I seek him far and near;
Where'er I come, constrain'd to cry,
My Saviour is not here.
RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Tow'rd heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending, seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their Source.
Thus a soul new born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and ye know
Happy entrance will be given;
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven.
THO is the trembling sinner, who
That owns eternal death his due,
Waiting his fearful doom to feel,
And hanging o'er the mouth of hell!
2 Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear, Thy Jesus cries, Be of good cheer, Only on Jesu's blood rely,
He died, that thou might'st never die.
GUILTY soul, by sin opprest,
Weary of wandering after rest,
Wretched, and bare, and poor, and blind,
I now my want of all things find.
2 All things I want, but one is nigh,
My want of all things to supply;
Pardon, and peace, and liberty,
Jesus, I all things have in thee.
1 N trouble I seek Thee, O God,
Compell'd by the burthen I bear,
Constrain'd by the stroke of thy rod,
I pour out a penitent prayer:
Ah! do not abhor my sad moan,
Extorted, alas! by distress,
But hear, and with pity look down,
And send me au answer of peace.
2 What must a poor prodigal do
Thy forfeited grace to regain?
My trouble I only can show,
And tell me thy sorrow and pain: I only for mercy can cry,
And groan with the sense of my load, Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
I die in my sins and my blood.
3 I own, I have sinn'd in thy sight,
Have sinn'd against knowledge and love,
And done thy good Spirit despite;
Yet look on my Surety above!
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His passion alone is my plea,
His free inexhaustible grace:
My Advocate answer'd for me,
And Jesus hath died in my place.
4 O Father of mercies restore,
For Jesus's merits alone,
And heal a backslider once more,
And give me again to thy Son:
If still thou art able to spare,
If infinite.mercy thou art,
Reply to my penitent prayer,
And whisper thy peace to my heart.
TEAD of thy Church, whose Spirit fills,
And flows through every faithful soul,
Unites in mystic love, and seals
Them one, and simplifies the whole;
2 Less than the least of saints, I join
My littleness of faith to theirs;
O King of all, thine ear incline,
Accept our much-availing prayers.
3 Come, Lord, thy glorious Spirit cries,
And souls beneath the altar groan;
Come, Lord, the bride on earth replies,
And perfect all our souls in one.
4 Pour out the promis'd Gift on all,
Answer the universal COME,
The fulness of the Gentiles call,
And take thine ancient people home.
5 To thee let all the nations flow,
Let all obey the gospel-word;
Let all their bleeding Saviour know,
Fill'd with the glory of the Lord.
60 for thy truth and mercy's sake,
The purchase of thy passion claim,
Thine heritage the Gentiles take,
And cause the world to know thy name.
Thee, Lord, let every tongue confess,
Let every knee to Jesus bow:
O! all-redeeming Prince of Peace,
We long to see thy kingdom now.
BForever blest be Israel's God!
LEST be the Lord! by earth and heaven.
Himself he hath to sinners given,
His Son he hath on all bestow'd.
2 God was in Christ, and dwelt with men,
The Father sent his only Son,
To bring us to his arms again,
And make a sinful world his own.
3 He to himself hath reconcil'd
The whole of Adam's rebel race;
The world by sin destroy'd, defil'd,
May all be cleans'd, and sav'd by grace..
4. Jesus for us our God rais'd up,
Jesus almighty to redeem,
The nation's Joy, Desire, and Hope,
Who all may now be sav'd through him..
5 Salvation is in Jesu's name,
The Lord of David, and his Son;
To save a world from heaven he came,
To perfect all our souls in one.
6 The Father hath his word fulfill'd,
The prophecies of ancient days;
Honour'd his messengers, and seal'd
The records of his promis'd grace.
7. He by the holy men of old,
His prophets since the world begun, The great salvation hath foretold, Salvation in his dying Son.
8 Salvation from our foes within,
From death, and hell, and Satan's chains,
Salvation from the power of sin,
Salvation from its last remains.
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