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4 Bid me live, :11
10 Chastise me when I do amiss, Bid a dying sinner live,
O might no thought arise
Of grace send fresh supplies.
11 Impress thy wounds upon my heart,
And all thy bitter pain; Faithful Friend ! :::
Abide in me for evermore,
And constant viet'ry gain.
459. T. 14.
460. T. 58. O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord, O LAMB of God, who wast for sinHow wondrous is thy love,
ners slain Thy patience, pity, tenderness, That they might pardon, life and bliss
Which I each moment prove! obtain, 2 I once was wholly dead in sin,
Give me to experience thy great sal
vation, And ignorant of thee, And liv'd contentedly therein, And in my heart O fix thy habitation
For evermore. Nor knew thy love to me. 3 But thine all-seeing eye then view'd, 2 Thou know'st my inmost soul, I've And mark'd my ev'ry way,
nought to boast, Me still in tender love pursu'd
And without theeshouldbe for ever lost; Who oft from thee did stray.
When I am neglectful thou dost re
prove me, 4. Yet O! how faithless is
Yet I am well assur'd that thou dost How apt to turn aside,
For thou forgiv'st. And wander in its own deceits Of reas'ning and of pride!
3 How glad am I that thou so gracious
art, 5 How doth the old corruption strive that thou dost bless my sinful, worthAnd fight to reign again!
less heart There's surely not a heart like mine,
And canst with such patience bear my So wretched, dark and vain.
behavior, 6 Thou Friend of sinners, love me still, wert thou not exactly such a Saviour The poorest and the worst;
What should I do!, Where sin abounded, well I know, Thy grace aboundeth most.
461. 7 Yet let me not thy grace abuse, COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me And sin because thou'rt good:
With cords of love to thee! But let thy love fill me with shame,
And evermore remind me That I so long withstood.
That thou hast dy'd for me; 8 On me, my King, exert thy pow'r, O may thy holy Spirit Make old things pass away;
Set this before mine eyes, Create all new, draw me to thee, That I thy death and merit Still nearer ev'ry day.
Above all else may prize. 9 Thou know'st which way to rectify 2 I am of my salvation Each stubborn ill within,
Assured, thro' thy love;
Might I more faithful prove!
Hast thou my sins forgiven,
Strive I great comforts to obtain, Then leaving things behind, Instead of joy, I've nought but pain, May I press on to heaven,
3 But when He shows me how I rove, And bear the prize in mind.
Andcourt my neighbor's praiseandlove, 3. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me, How self-will raises discontent ThoʻI am oft to blame;
Against my Saviour's government; As thy reward, O take me
4 How soon, when Satan tempts, I start, Anew, just as I am;
Pass by convictions in my heart,
Let my first love and zeal abate,
5 And at the same time lets me feel,
I stand asham'd before his face, 462. T. 106.
And humbly thank him for his grace. AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray
6 Search out, discover, and erase, From thee! how prone to lust and Whatever is not to thy praise, pride!
All that might an obstruction prove Nature oft strives to bear the
To thy blest purposes of love.
7 Complete thy work,my gracious King, The objects of thy love and care. My heart into subjection bring;
Destroy, I pray, the carnal mind, 2 Forbid, O Lord, each vain desire,
And make me quite to thee resign'd. : Bind my affections to thy cross; Quench all the sparks of nature's fire,
May I count all for thee but loss : Lord Jesus, tear each idol down,
464. T. 22. Thy love within my heart inthrone. 30. Jesus, wipe away my tears,
FROM my own works at last I cease, Be unto me a healing balm;
For God alone can give me peace; Warm thou my heart, dispel my fears, Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,
And speak the tempest to a calm: Of my own sirength I must despair, Remove the maladies of sin,
2 Lord, I despair myself to heal, And in thy blood ( wash me clean.
I see my sin, but cannot feel 4 I gladly will show forth thy praise, True sorrow, till thy Spirit show
If thou wilt gird me with thy pow'r, My unbelief, the source of woe. And sing the glories of thy grace, 'Tis thine alone to change the heart,
Until my pilgrimage be o’er. Thou only canst good gifts impart, With hallow'd fire inspire my tongue, I therefore will my heart resign And love shall be my endless song. To thee, O cleanse and seal it thine! 463.
4 With humble faith on thee I call, T. 22;
My Light, my Life, my Lord, my All; VAIN are all efforts made to trace I wait, O Lord, to hear thee say, The way to life and happiness, “My blood hath wash'd thy sins away." Before 'tis on our minds imprest,
5 Speak,gracious Lord, my sicknesscure, That Jesus is our only rest!
Make infected nature pure; 2 By my own strength I can't procure Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, True rest, nor even feel I'm
And give thyself unto my heart,
465. T. 106.
467. T. 22: O JESUS, could I always keep LORD Jesus, my most faithful Friend,
My eye on thee, the living way,
Thy aid unto thy child extend
In each temptation's trying hour, Should no more err, or run astray; That sin may not thy gracę o'erpow'r. But wheresoe'er thou goest, I Should follow thee, not asking why.
2 That spack enkindled in my heart :
Remain unquench'd, tho' all the art 2 O that I never might forget, Of sin and Satan be combin'd
What thou hast suffer'd for my sake, Tomake me leave my matchless Friend, To save my soul, and make me meet Once of thy glory to partake:
3 O let thy Spirit stay with me, O might I oft in spirit see
To groan and speak my wants to thee; How thou wast crucify'd for me.
Still let him show my ev'ry need,
And that in thee I'm help'd indeed. 3 But, gracious Lord, when I reflect
How oft I've turn d my eyefrom thee; 4 Thy faithfulness I oft have prov'd, How treated thee with cold neglect,
In countless trials quite unmov'd; And listen’d to the enemy;
alone can me preserve,
When And yet to find thee still the same,
frail heart from thee would This fills my soul with humble shame. 4 Astonish'd at thy feet I fall, Thy love exceeds my highest thought;
468. T. 14 Henceforth be thou my All in all, Thou who with blood my soul hast GRACIOUS Redeemer, Lamb of bought :
God, May I henceforth more faithful prove,
I thirst alone for thee, And ne'er forget thy dying love.
I long t' enjoy thy saving grace,
And taste thy mercy free.
This is the total sum:
O let thy mercy come! My wand'ring spirit findeth rest
3 Search me, O God,and know my heart, Thro' Jesus' pard'ning, grace: Try me, and know each thought; Then I by faith can call him minę, On me look down in mercy, Lord, My needy soul doth then incline
Whon thou with blood hast bought. To be in Mary's happy place.
4 My faithless heart, O gracious Lord, 2 My pray'r is : “ Jesus, let me hear
Correct with gentle hand; Thy voice, which can instruct & cheer In ev'ry
' danger help afford, My poor and worthless heart;
Alone I cannot stand.
Life but a burden is;
Nought else can satisfaction give, 3 A single eye, a faithful heart, Dear Jesus, to thy child impart,
Experience shows me this. In ev'ry trying hour;
6 Haste then, O Lord, to thee I pray: Reason's tormenting thoughts prevent, Impart to me thy grace, Ştill keep my eye on thee intent, That when this life is fled away
Tillsight my faith & hope o'erpow'..l 'In heav'n I may have place.
472. T. 14.
But Jesus is my stay,
2 For ever he abides the same,
Tho' I to change am prone;
473. T. 22.
The more I know the misery,
The pride and treach'ry of my heart,
By which I cause my Saviour smart.
2 Long this was from my sightconceald In darkness stray'd from thee;
Till by the Spirit's light reveald,
Which shows God's love and Jesus
troubled heart with
peace. In thee had no belief. .
WHATE'ER I am, whate'er I do,
'Tis grace I must ascribe it to;
heart preserve ; One look into thy pierced heart For I'm so liable to swerve, Alleviates the keenest smart,
That ev'n the grace which thou to-day
If not renew'd to-morrow might be
THE worst of evils we can name
Is an unfaithful heart;
May none of us to our dear Lord
Thereby cause pungent smart;
Our human frailty need not lead
Our souls from him astray ;
For he the needful strength imparts 2 Reality and solid ground,
To walk the narrow way:
FEAR not, without reserve disclose
Your case the Lord your Healer knows,
His blood can wash
There is a balna in Gilead,
478. T. 97. To cure the sin-sick soul; None e'er to Christ for refuge filed
O LAMB of God for sinners slain, But was by him made whole.
Our souls from mis'ry to regain,
The mercies which thou freely dost
dispense, THOUGH by nature I'm defiled,
And look to thee with filialconfidence ! Jesus' blood hath made me clean; He my
sin-sick soul hath healed,
To ask, how we have used
With us, we durst not venture : Thou wilt work a thorough care. To plead: our faults are numberless,
480.* T. 58
481.* T. 126. THE Lamb of God, who saves us THIS yields true joy and pleasure by his death,
To Christ, when with one voice Is made unto us holiness by faith;
His people in their measure None besides availeth, since our Creator Exalt his sacrifice, Became a man, assuming our frail nature And praise him for the wounds which
To ransom us. he 2 To Jesus Christ is due eternal praise,
Receiv'd for our redemption
We witness here below,
His righteousness should gain.
With God, but this alone ;
And grow in grace. Because for us he dy'd.