God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven!
1 IVE to the Father praise,
U Give glory to the Son,
And to the Spirit of His grace,
Be equal honour done!
PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him, above, ye heavenly host;-
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
SIN CONFESSED AND MERCY SOUGHT.
YOME, my soul, thy suit prepare: Jesus loves to answer prayer; He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King:
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin :
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest:
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And, without a rival, reign.
5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
6 Shew me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew:
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die Thy people's death.
UR heavenly Father!-we confess, With grief and shame, our sin and guilt; Turn, Lord, from our unrighteousness, Look on Thy Son,-His blood was spilt.
2 He bore the chastening of Thy rod,
That we might by His stripes be healed.
He died for us, the Lamb of God!
He rose, and our redemption sealed!
3 And shall we, dare we, can we still
Resist Thy fear, Thy love despise ?
No, take us, soul, affection, will,—
A free and living sacrifice!
we do amiss so often
That we cannot count the times,
Yet the Lord our hearts can soften,
And can pardon all our crimes;
For He sent His Son from heaven,
Though He was the Lord above,
That our sins might be forgiven,
Out of His amazing love.
2 God could see from the beginning,
All our evil works and ways;
He could see us fond of sinning,
And neglecting prayer and praise:
So, to put new hearts within us,
Jesus Christ, in pity, said,
He would come and die for sinners,
And be punish'd in our stead.
3 0 what mercy! O what kindness!
Let us all repent and pray;
For it would be wicked blindness
Not to turn this very day!
Now we hope to be forgiven,
Since our blessed Saviour died;
And we cannot get to heaven
Any way at all beside.
LMIGHTY God, Thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie
All open to Thy sight.
2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ,
Against the judgment day.
3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and published there;
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
4 Lord, at Thy feet ashamed I lie,
Upward I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from Thy book.
5 Remember all His dying pains-
The blood my Saviour spilt;
O may that blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt!
Psalm xl. 17. 8-7's. R. W. HAMILTON
WAS often told my need,
Still I knew not what it meant;
But I feel it now indeed;-
Under it my heart is bent!
I am guilty, therefore need
An atonement for my guilt;
To atone did Jesus bleed,-
Sure for me that blood was spilt!
2 I am sinful, therefore need
Grace to make my heart anew;
Of the Spirit do I read,-
Sure to me His pledge is true!
I am foolish, therefore need
Wisdom to direct my mind;
Who for it in vain can plead ?—
Sure in me a ray I find!
3 I am helpless, therefore need
Strength to bear me on my way;
It hath raised the bruised reed,-
Sure my strength is as my day;
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