With reverent joy, with loving awe, 2 O let a ray from thy pure light Pierce through the gathering shades of night! Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, And holy, conquering faith inspire. 3 This deadly slumber when I feel Afresh upon my spirit steal, Then, Lord, descend with quickening power, And wake me, that I sleep no more! C. M. 383. Doddridge. The Voice of Divine Pardon. 1 My Father, let me hear thy voice 2 With gentle smile call me thy child, The accents mild shall charm mine ear 3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead, 4 When dreadful guilt is done away, That hand which scatters pardons down L M. 384. DODDRIDGE. Communing with our Hearts. 1 RETURN, my roving heart, return, 2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home; And thou, my God, whose piercing eye. 4 Through all the mazes of my heart, 5 Then, with the visits of thy love, L. M. 385. HILLHOUSE. The Song of the Forgiven is the sweetest in Heaven. 1 EARTH has a joy unknown in heaven, The new-born peace of sin forgiven! Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels! never dimmed your sight. 2 Ye saw, of old, on chaos rise Or, throned in floods of beamy day, 4 But I amid your choirs shall shine, L. M. 386. MORAVIAN. The Soul seeking Rest and Pardon. 1 O THOU, in whom the weary find 2 Loosed from my God, and far removed, For oh! estranged from thee, I die. 4 Fill with inviolable peace, 'Stablish and keep my settled heart; L. M. 387. C. WESLEY. The unspeakable Riches of Christ's Grace. 1 "COME, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Such is the Saviour's gracious call, My soul, no more refuse to embrace A pardon written with his blood, 4 The godly fear, the pleasing smart, The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, The genuine, meek humility; The wonder, "Why such love to me?" The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that veils the seraph's face, The speechless awe that dares not move, S. M. 388. BELKNAP'S COL. Obedience to God our Father. 1 My Father! I adore That all commanding name; 2 I bow at thy commands, And filial homage pay; With heart and life, with tongue and hands. I'll cheerfully obey. 3 No more will I transgress, 4 As I too oft have done; But every sinful thought suppress, Each sinful action shun. Do thou the strength impart This purpose to fulfil : Lord, write thy laws upon my heart, That I may do thy will. 8, 7, & 4s. M. 389. "Whosoever will, let him come." ANONYMOUS. "COME!" the Saviour's voice is calling; Jesus ready stands to save you, - He is willing, doubt no more. |