3 When, sunk in guilt, our race approach'd The borders of despair, Thy grace through Jesus' blood proclaim'd 4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, Alas! the goodness worms can yield 5 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, And with the gifts thy hand bestows, 6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy; And hung'ring souls we'll gladly point 7 Thus, passing through this vale of tears, And others learn to glorify 355 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. Lively hope and gracious fear. 1 I WAS a grov'ling creature once, I wanted spirit to renounce 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm 3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly, C. M. 3 4 The Lord of all that vast domain The length and breadth of all the plain, 5 How glorious is my privilege! I stand upon a mountain's edge! 6 Though much exalted in the Lord, C. M. 356* 1 THOU Desiring evidence of adoption. HOU Lord of all the worlds on high, Nor, while a child would raise its cry, 2 My Father, God, how sweet the sound! 3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name And show that in Jehovah's grace 4 By such a heav'nly signal cheer'd, And Abba, Father, humbly cry; 5 On wings of everlasting love 357** 1 Christ the anchor of the soul. .P. M. NOW have found, for hope of heav'n, Whose measure all our thoughts excels, The arms of pity wide extending, Of Him whose heart for sinners feels, That could my soul or body cheer; And not a friend were left me here,- As long as earth my dwelling prove; 358 1 ON N the brink of fi'ry ruin, Justice, with a flaming sword, Was my guilty soul pursuing When I first beheld my Lord. 2 Terrified with Sinai's thunder, Where, by faith, with love and wonder, 3 "Sinner," he exclaim'd, "I've lov'd thee, Justice has in me approv'd thee; Thou shalt dwell with me above." 4 Sweet as angels' notes in heav'n, When to golden harps they sound, Is the voice of sins forgiv'n, To the soul by Satan bound. 5 Sweet as angels' harps in glory, Was that heav'nly voice to me, When I saw my Lord before me Bleed and die to set me free! 6 Saints, attend with holy wonder! Sinners, hear and sing his praise! 'Tis the God that holds the thunder Shows himself the God of grace! 359 1 HEAR a voice that comes from far, The sound that bids my soul rejoice, Than turn an ear to mercy's voice! 3 Alas for those!-the day is near When mercy will be heard no more; But now I know how great their loss; 360 1 W The joy of conversion from sin. C. M. HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, 2 The world beheld the glorious change, My tongue broke out in unknown strains, 3 "Great is the work," my neighbors cried, "Great is the work," my heart replied, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come; They shall confess their sheaves are great, And bring rich blessings home. 361 The pleasures of conversion. OW various and how new 1 HOW Are thy compassions, Lord! S. M. Each morning shall thy mercies show, 2 Thy goodness, like the sun, 3 Each object we beheld Gave pleasure to our eyes, 5 How various and how new |