The balm of thy mercy apply,
Thou seest the sore anguish I feel,
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!
4 I sink if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to show:
Come quickly, and kindly display
The power of thy passion below:
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore;
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner a sinner no more.
Hymn 244. С. М.
THAT I was as heretofore!
When warm in my first love;
I only liv'd my God t' adore,
And seek the things above!
2 Upon my head his candle shone,
And lavish of his grace,
With cords of love he drew me on,
And half unveil'd his face.
3 Butter and honey did I eat,
And lifted up on high,
I saw the clouds beneath my feet,
And rode upon the sky.
4 Far, far above all earthly thing's
Triumphantly I rode;
I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings,
And found and talk'd with God.
5 Where am I now? from what a height Of happiness cast down!
The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.
6 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
For which I sigh in pain!
How shall I 'scape into thy breast,
My Eden now regain?
H for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest:
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
DEATH AND JUDGMENT.
Hymn 246. С. М.
THEE we adore, Eternal Name,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we.
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase:
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do by night or day,
We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God, on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.
6 Infinite joy or endless wo
Depends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!
1 WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I view my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?
2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought!
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear?
4 O may my broken contrite heart
Timely my sins lament,
And early with repentant tears.
Eternal wo prevent.
5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
To give those sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,
Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.
born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
2 Soon as from earth Igo
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or wo
Must then my portion be?
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave must rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!
3 How shall I leave my tomb?
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful do'n,
A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there?
Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, Or number'd with the blest? I must from God be driven, Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else depart to hell.
O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save,
From endless misery;
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