87 Unchangeable Love. L. M. WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then my Redeemer, then I find, The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart, And blush that I should ever be So prone to act so base a part, And harbour one hard thought of Thee. 3 O let me then at length be taught, 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat; Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But Oh! my Lord, one look from Thee Drives doubt and discontent away, 6 Thou art as willing to forgive, Thou therefore all the praise receive, 88 Going without the Camp, bearing the reproach of Christ. P. M. COME my Father's family, Ye ransom'd of the Lord Come, ye sinners, who with me, Are ev'ry where abhorr'd; Let us gladly trace his steps Who suffer'd death among the Jews; Who the friendless soul accepts, Whom all beside refuse, 2 Jesus, the despis'd and mean, Our master let us own: He the sacrifice for sin, The Saviour, He alone. 3 None but Jesus will we sing, He our Prophet, Priest, and King, None among the heav'nly pow'rs, Nor one on earth our praise may claim; None but Jesus call we ours, None but the bleeding Lamb! 89 IF Unchanging Grace. 104th. F Jesus is ours, we have a true friend, Whose goodness endures the same to the end; Our comforts may vary, our frames may decline, We cannot miscarry, our aid is divine. 2 Though God may delay to show us his light, 3 The hills may depart, and mountains remove, But faithful Thou art O fountain of love! The Father hath graven our names on thy hands; Our building in heav'n eternally stands. 4 A moment he hid the light of his face; Yet firmly decreed to save us by grace: And though he reprov'd us, and still may reprove, For ever he lov'd us, and ever will love. 5 Then tune every string to Jesus's name! With angels we'll sing the song of the Lamb; Thee ev'ry believer shall joyfully praise, Thou bountiful giver of glory and grace. 90 The Fountain Opened. THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy pow'r to save; C. M. When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. 6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepar'd For me a blood-bought free reward, 7 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years, And form'd by pow'r divine, 91 To sound, in God the Father's ears, Longing for an interest in Christ. L. M. COME, thou wounded Lamb of God, Give us to know thy love, then pain 2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be Seal thou our breast, and let us wear 3 How can it be, thou heav'nly King, 4 O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, 5 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee both earth and heav'n must bow: Help us to thee our all to give, Thine may we die, thine may we live. G |