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.
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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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