3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, O plead for me!
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Dispel my anguish, guilt, and fear,
And to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
OCK of Ages, cleft for me,
R Let me hide myself in Thee.
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,——
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Leprous, to the Fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die !
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
Gal. iii. 13. D. 7. 6. 7. 6. BONAR.
1 Lamb of God!
LAY my sins on Jesus,
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus ;-
All fulness dwells in Him:
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,-
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrow shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,-
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord!
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.
4 I long to be like Jesus,-
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,-
The Father's holy child;
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.
N every object here, I see
Something, my heart, that points at thee; Hard as the rocks that bound the strand, Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And, like the tides, in constant motion.
2 In every object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee;
Firm as the rocks, Thy promise stands,
Thy mercies, countless as the sands,
Thy love, a sea immensely wide,
Thy grace, an overflowing tide.
NOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul,-enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 Come, bless the Lord, whose mercy finds
So sweet a rest for wearied minds;
Provides a foretaste, here, of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven!
3 0 that our thanks, this morn, may rise
As grateful incense to the skies!
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.
4 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares-the end of pains.
5 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
WELCOME, sacred day of rest!
Sweet repose from earthly care;
Day above all days the best,
When our souls for heaven prepare: Day when our Redeemer rose
Victor o'er the hosts of hell;
Thus He vanquished all our foes :
Let our lips His glory tell.
2 Gracious Lord, we love this day :
When we hear Thy holy word,
When we sing Thy praise and pray,
Earth can no such joys afford.
But a better rest remains,-
Heavenly Sabbaths, happier days;
Rest from sin, and rest from pains;
Endless joys, and endless praise.
Isaiah lviii. D. 6. 6. & 9. I. P. C.
OME away from the train
of the thoughtless and vain,
And rejoice in the Sabbath of rest:
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And re-echo the songs of the blest!
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