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The Voice of Free Grace.
The Voice of Free Grace.
GEN. xix. 17.
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain ;
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c.
He calls you in mercy—'t is infinite favor :
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c.
With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more;
Hallelujah to thr Lamb, &c.
" We will not Deplore Thee."
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died.
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long :
And full on thine ear burst the seraphim's song.
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide :
And death has no sting, for the Saviour hath died.
* Sing the small note (half note) only in the last measuro.
Ohrist the Way to God. 1. JESUS, my All, to heaven is gone- 3. God calling yet!—and shall he knock, He whom I fix my hopes upon;
And I my heart the closer lock ? His track I see, and I'll pursue
He still is waiting to receive, The narrow way, till him I view. And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 2. The way the holy prophets went, 4. God calling yet !--and shall I give
The way that leads from banishment, No heed, but still in bondage live?
for all his paths are peace. He calls me still !—my heart, awake ! 3. This is the way I long had sought, 5. God calling yet !-I cannot stay.
And mourned because I found it not; My heart I yield without delay :
Vain world, farewell ! from thee I part ; “ Come hither, soul; I am the way.” The voice of God hath reached my heart! 4. Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb! 267.
Repentance at the Cross.
1. HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord,
I lay my soul beneath thy love: Nothing but love shall I receive.
Oh, cleanse me with atoning blood, 5. Now will I tell to sinners round
Nor let me from thy feet remove! How dear a Saviour I have found :
2. Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And
Moveless and firm this heart should lie; “Behold the way to God!” say,
Resolved, for that's my last defense, 266. “ God calling yet.”
If I must perish, there to die. 1. GOD calling yet shall I not hear? 3. But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Am I not safe beneath thy shade? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, Thy vengeance will not strike me here, And still my soul in slumbers lie ?
Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 2. God calling yet !—shall I not rise ? 4. Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, Shall I his loving voice despise,
And all my foes shall lose their aim. And basely his kind care repay ? Hosanna to my Saviour God ! He calls me still : can I delay ?
And loudest praises to his name.
None but Christ.
1. See a
poor sin-ner, dear-est Lord, Whose soul, encouraged by thy word,
4. Let earth's alluring joys combine ; 2. Ah! bring a wretched wanderer home, While thou art near, in vain they call; Now to thy footstool let me come,
One smile, one blissful smile of thine, And tell thee all my grief and pain,
My dearest Lord ! outweighs them all. And wait and look-and look again! 5. Thy name my inmost powers adore;
Thou art my life, my joy, my care : 3. Take courage, then, my trembling soul; Depart from thee ! 'tis death, 'tis more One look from Christ will make thee
'Tis endless ruin—deep despair ! whole : Trust thou in him, 'tis not in vain,
Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine : But wait and look,--and look again.
Still let me live beneath thine eye, 4. Look to the Lord, his word, his throne; For life, eternal life, is thine. Look to his grace, and not your own;
270. There wait and look, and look again ;
Longing to follow Ohrist. You shall not wait, nor look in vain. 1. O thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light, 5. Ere long that happy day will come,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee; When I shall reach my blissful home;
Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free!
2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross ;
affections to the cross ;
Hallow each thought; let all within 269.
Be clean as thou, my Lord, art clean. 1. Thou only Sovereign of my heart, 3. While in this darksome wild I stray,
My Refuge, my almighty friend ! Be thou my light, be thou my way: And can my soul from thee depart, No foes, no danger will I fear,
On whom alone my hopes depend? While thou, Almighty God, art near. 2. Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, A wretched wand'rer from my
Lord ? When sinks
heart in waves of woe, Can this dark world of sin and woe Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
One glimpse of happiness afford ? And raise my head, and cheer my heart 8. Eternal life thy words impart; 15. Saviour, where'er thy steps I see;
On these my fainting spirit lives : Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Oh, let thy hand support me still,
Than all the round of nature gives. And lead me to thy holy hill!
None hut Christ.
GAL. ii : 20.
AT THE CROSS. "1 am crucified with Christ.” 271. 2. My heart dissolves to see thee bleed, 3. Well might the sun in darkness hide, This heart so hard before;
And shut his glories in, I hear thee for the guilty plead, When God, the mighty Maker, died And grief o'erflows the more.
For man the creature's sin. 3. 'Twas for the sinful thou didst die, 4. Thus might I hide my blushing face, And I a sinner stand;
While his dear cross appears; What love speaks from thy dying eye, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And from each piercéd hand!
And melt mine eyes to tears. 4. I know this cleansing blood of thine 5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay Was shed, dear Lord, for me;
The debt of love I owe;
'Tis all that I can do. 5. O Christ of God! O spotless Lamb!
273. Porgiveness from the Cross. By love my soul is drawn; Henceforth for ever thine I am,
1. I saw 'One hanging on a tree, Here life and peace are born.
In agony and blood,
Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 6. In patient hope the cross I'll bear,
As near the cross I stood.
Can I forget that look ;
It seemed to charge me with his death, 272.
Though not a word he spoke. “ Alas! and did my Saviour bleed !” 1. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 3. Alas! I knew not what I did, And did my Sovereign die?
But now my tears are vain; Would he devote that sacred head Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For such a worm as I?
For I the Lord have slain. 2. Was it for crimes that I had done 4. A second look he gave, that said, He groaned upon the tree?
“I freely all forgive: Amazing pity! grace unknown!
This blood is for thy ransom paid; And love beyond degree!
I die that thou may'st live."