Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live.
Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee
53 Condemned, but pleading the promises.
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace.
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning grace be found.
3 0 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.
4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,-
Some sure support against despair.
51 The light yoke and easy burden.
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 nine 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 stained with hallowed blood
The labor of thy dying love.
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight.
55 Deprecating the withdrawal of the Spirit.
1 STAY, thon insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting light.
2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And shaken off my guilty fears;
And vex'd, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years.
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To exclude me from thy people's rest.
56 The dreadful day.
1 THE day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day—
2 When, shriv'ling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
And louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead?
3 0, on that day that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
2 I need not tell thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare:
Thyself hast called me by my name;
Look on thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
3 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am :
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
4 Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquer'd by my instant prayer:
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if thy name be Love.
5 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me;
I hear thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure, universal Love thou art :
To me, to all, thy bowels move,-
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
58 The dominion of sin destroyed.
1 PRIS'NERS of hope, lift up your heads;
The day of liberty draws near;
Jesus who on the serpent treads,
Shall soon in your behalf appear.
The Lord will to his temple come;
Prepare your hearts to make him room.
2 Ye all shall find him, in whose word
You have been caused to put your trust;
The Father of our dying Lord
Is ever to his promise just;
Faithful, if we our sins confess,
To cleanse from all unrighteousness.
3 0 ye of fearful hearts, be strong!
Your downcast eyes and hands lift up!
Ye shall not be forgotten long;
Hope to the end, in Jesus hope!
Tell him ye wait his grace to prove;
And cannot fail, if God is love.
let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I, Would fain like Peter weep. D. S. Turn, and look up on me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
Let me be by grace restored; On me be all long-suff'ring shown.
59 Humility and Contrition.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me through thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart;
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 For thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow;
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
1 VAIN, delusive world, adieu,
With all of creature good:
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