4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 360 PENITENTIAL. To whom should we go? H! whither should I S. M. go, Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come; Ah! why do I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part,Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart? Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; 3 I now believe, in thee, In me is all the bar, Which thou wouldst fain remove: Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love. 361 WHE The sinner's only hope. L. M. HEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near, How in thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain thy grace? Alas! they all must flow in vain. And humbly walk by faith with God. 362 E 10th P. M. 4 lines 8s. The Rock that is higher than I. I long for thy light and thy grace; 3 Appear, and my sorrow shall cease; 4 O enter this desolate heart,- 363 Timely penitence. C. M. WHEN rising from the bed of death, I view my Maker face to face,- 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul,— 4 0 may my broken, contrite heart, And early, with repentant tears, 5 Behold the sorrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groan, 6 For never shall my soul despair Who knows thine only Son hath died 364 Lo Only by faith. ORD, I despair myself to heal; L. M. 2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give; I wait the word that speaks me whole. 4 Speak, gracious Lord,—my sickness cure,— Make my infected nature pure: Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart! 365 L. M. Helpless, in sin and misery. WH THOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive: Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. 2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt? Thou wilt in nowise cast me out,A helpless soul, that comes to thee With only sin and misery. 3 Lord, I am sick,-my sickness cure: I want, do thou enrich the poor: Under thy mighty hand I stoop, O lift the abject sinner up. 4 Lord, I am blind,-be thou my sight: Lord, I am weak,-be thou my might: A helper of the helpless be, And let me find my all in thee. 366 GOD Importunate supplication. L. M. OD of my life, what just return 5 Come, then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, Thou, with thy promised Father, come. 367 9th P. M. 87, 87. The true Light. IGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and, by thyself revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath. 2 Thou, new heaven and earth's Creator, In our deepest darkness rise; Scatt'ring all the night of nature, Pouring day upon our eyes. |