HYMN 131.
Rev. xxii. 17. 20.
1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whisp'ring, sincer, come!
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, come!
2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, come!
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will,
O'let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, I quickly come: Lord, even so! I wait thy hour; Jesus, my Saviour, come!
1 YE humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good, And kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and nove; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his Son, his only Son, To ransom rebel worms;
'Tis here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, "Tis here our hope relies;
A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise.
5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in thee; Their humble hope thou wilt reward, With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,
What honours shall we raise! Not all th' angelic songs above Can render equal praise.
CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND
AFFECTIONS.
1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely press'd,
By war without, and fear within, I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, " thou hast died."
5 Oh! wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name.
1 PRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd or unexpress'd; The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
3 Pray'r is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;
Pray'r, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.
4 Pray'r is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air,
The watch-word at the gates of death; He enters heav'n with pray'r.
5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, 66 Behold, he prays!"
6 In pray'r, on earth, the saints are one; They're one in word and mind; When with the Father and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find.
7 0 thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way, The path of pray'r thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray!
1 0 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.
6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song: And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have most unfaithful been, And long in vain thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear, T'exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release;
Uphold me with thy gracious hand; Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land.
1 0 THAT my load of sin were gone! O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labour of thy dying love.
5 I would. but thou must give the pow'r, My heart from ev'ry sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.
HYMN 138.
Penitential Gratitude.
1 RISE, O my soul, the hours review, When aw'd by guilt and fear,
To heav'n for grace thou durst not sue, And found no rescue here
2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled, Dispell'd each bitter care;
For heav'n itself has lent its aid To save thee from despair.
3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, And to resist mine own:
4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ Thy mercy to adore;
While heav'n itself proclaims with joy, "One pardon'd sinner more!"
1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy side, a nealing flood, Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears for ever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, This for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone; In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids closc in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee!
1 FAITH is the Christian's evidence Of things unseen hy mortal eye; It passes all the bounds of sense, And penetrates the inmost sky. 2 Things absent it can set in view, And bring far distant prospects home; Events long past it can renew,
And long foresee the things to come.
3 With strong persuasion, from afar The heav'nly region it surveys,
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