5 on me, thy helpless worm, O Lord, Till I can, by grace restor❜d, A living faith bestow; 257. T. 205. LONG I strove my God to love, 2 When with sense of guilt opprest, Not with eyes, vengeance No, but as a sacrifice Acceptable unto God; Glorious off'ring, precious blood! 3 He was offer'd on the tree, Jesus the unspotted Lamb: Worthy truth, great mystery! By his blood salvation came. By his stripes my wounds are heal'd, By his death, God's love reveal'd; We, once strangers far from God, Are brought nigh by Jesus' blood. 258. T. 581. SAVIOUR of thy chosen race, View me from thy heav'nly throne; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften thou this heart of stone; Stone to flesh, O God, convert, Cast a look, and break my heart! 2 By thy Spirit me reprove, All inmost sins reveal; Let me see, and let me feel; Make me restless to return; Say: thou know'st, I love thee, Lord. 259. T. 582. AH! whither should I 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 should I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stray. 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part? Which will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within, Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin. 3 Jesus, the hind'rance show, Which I have fear'd to see: What keeps me back from thee. Which thou wouldst fain remove : Remove it, then shall I declare, That thou, O God, art love! O LORD, how vile am I, Unholy and unclean! How can I venture to draw nigh With such a load of sin? And must I then indeed Sink in despair and die? 3 Break, O break this heart of stone; Form it for thy use alone; Bid each vanity depart, Build thy temple in my heart. 4 This be my support in need, That thou didst so freely bleed: All my joys and hopes arise Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed From thy bleeding sacrifice. For such a wretch as I. 2 That blood which thou hast spilt, 261. T. 14. THE mist before my eyes remov'd By which I've grieved thee. 3 Thy love hath thaw'd my frozen heart, And caus'd my tears to flow now abhor that monster sin, And find he is my foe. 4 I trust my guilt was done By my incarnate God, away Who felt, t' atone for man's offence, The sin-avenging rod. 262. T. 11. HEAR, O Jesus, my complaints, 2 Known to thee, whose eyes are flame. M 5 This confirms me when I'm weak,' Comforts me, when I am sick, Gives me courage, when I faint, Well supplies my ev'ry want. 6 Saviour, to my heart be near, Exercise thy Shepherd-care; Guard weakness by thy grace, Fill my soul with heav'nly peace. 263.* T. 205. my OH, how great, how rich, how free, Is the grace which Christ bestows! Only cast your misery At the foot of Jesus' cross; Weeping at the throne of grace Lie, and never quit the place, Never till your suit's obtain❜d, Never till the blessing's gain'd. 264. T. 16. NOTHING but thy blood, O Jesus! Can relieve us from our smart; Nothing else from guilt release us, Nothing else can melt the heart, 2 Nothing else can ease our burthen: Jesus' precious blood alone, Can produce a sense of pardon, And dissolve a heart of stone. 265.* T. 66. BE not dismay'd-in time of need, Thy Saviour knows thy irksome situation; His heart is mild,-with pity fill'd, Can't see thy grief without commiseration. 2 ToChrist draw nigh-for help apply, He will pour out on thee the oil of gladness; [woes, thy griefs and comfort all thy He feels and knows Will turn to joy and sadness. 266.* T. 36. LORD Jesus Christ, if thou wert not my Saviour, Were not thy blood still pleading in Where should I, poorest among all the [stretched, 2 What should I do, a sinner vile and 26.* T. 142. HERE come I, my Shepherd, athirst after thee; In mercy receive me, for mercy's my The word thou hast spoken, But thou my Refuge art, my Consola- Thou callest the weary to come and XV. Of FAITH. 268.* T, 106. Now I have found the ground wherein, Sure my soul's anchor may remain; Was as a spotless victim slain; Thy arms of love still open are, My sins are swallow'd up in thee; From condemnation now I'm free; Since Jesus' blood, thro' earth and skies, Mercy, free boundless mercy!" cries. 5 By faith I plunge into this sea, Here is my hope, my joy, my rest; Hither, when sin assails, I flee, I look into my Saviour's breast : IN holy writ it is avow'd 269.* T. 22. That Christ was Israel's Cov'nant-God, By Christ was man to life restor❜d; 3 No wonder therefore that we read, 4 'Tis sure that by his bitter pain, Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear-Did for his church on earth atone, "Mercy" is all that's written there. And for the ransom'd round the throne. 5 We love the Lamb of God who dy'd: 14 Then shall we go from strength to Whoever seeketh ought beside, 6 Our theme within the church shall Christ's wounds, his griefs and agony! 270. T. 22. To bring us to the gospel-rest. 2 The joyful sound is news of grace, shine. 3 The promise of immortal bliss 271. T. 14. The Truth, the Life, the Path. strength From grace to greater grace; From each degree of faith to more, Till we behold thy face. 272. T. 106. FROM life and grace, (this we are bold A man, but his unwilling heart: That long hath seem'd to seek his face, His tedious tasks and trials name, We say, "No, Christ requires them not, Which binds his soul, is unbelief: His glorious work in all to do; "Thou hadst been happy long ago, Hadst thou in faith cast all thy care On Jesus Christ, who heareth pray'r." 273. T. 22. BY various maxims, forms and rules, 3 O let that faith which thou hast taught 4 Upon the cross I see him bleed, Be treasur'd in our breast; The evidence of unseen joys, The substance of our rest. And by the sight from guilt am freed; 5 To look to Jesus as he rose 8 By faith I see the hour at hand LAMB of God, who thee receive, 2 Fix, O fix our wav'ring mind, 6 Blest are they who follow thee, 275. T. 14. HEAL us, Immanuel, here we are, 2 Our faith is feeble, we confess, Be that far from thee, Lord! 3 Remember him who once apply'd, With trembling, for relief; "Lord, I believe," with tears he cry'd, "O help my unbelief." 4 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, 6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we 276.* T. 184. O JESUS, 'fore whose radiation The seraphim must cover'd stand, When, in their awful ministration, They wait for thy supreme command: How can this body's eyes, dim-sighted, Which by sin's gloomy misery And earthly shadows are benighted, Endure thy glorious light to see! 2 Yet let by faith my penetration Reach ev❜n within the sanctuary; Thy mercy be my consolation, May this uphold and strengthen me, Reach unto me thy sceptre gracious, Who low, like Esther, 'fore thee bow, Say, "I will be to thee propitious, And loving kindness to thee show." |