4 Almighty grace, thy healing power How glorious-how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore

A heart so vile as mine.

5 Thy pardoning love-so free, so sweet

Dear Saviour, I adore;

Oh keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

372

1

Repentance.

H, wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,

A That can from Jesus thus depart;

Thus fond of trifles vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour's love!

2 Jesus, to thee I would return,
And at thy feet repenting mourn:
There let me view thy pardoning love,
And never from thy sight remove.
3 Oh let thy love, with sweet control,
Bind every passion of my soul;
Bid every vain desire depart,
And dwell for ever in my heart.

373

1

OH

Peace restored.

H speak that gracious word again,
And cheer my broken heart;

No voice but thine can soothe my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.

2 And canst thou still vouchsafe to own
A wretch so vile as I?

And may I still approach thy throne,
And Abba, Father, cry?

3 Oh then let saints and angels join,
And help me to proclaim

The grace that healed a soul like mine,
And put my foes to shame.

4 My Saviour by his powerful word
Has turned my night to day,
And his salvation's joy restored,
Which I had sinned away.

5 Dear Lord, I wonder and adore;
Thy grace is all divine:

Mrs. Steele.

L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

C. M.

Oh keep me, that I sin no more
Against such love as thine.

374

Self-Examination.

AND what am I?-My soul, awake,

And an impartial survey take:
Does no dark sign, no ground of fear,
In practice or in heart appear?
2 What image does my spirit bear?
Is Jesus formed and living there?
Say-do his lineaments divine

In thought and word and action shine?
3 Searcher of hearts, oh search me still;
The secrets of my soul reveal;
My fears remove-let me appear

To God and my own conscience clear.
4 May I at that bless'd world arrive,
Where Christ through all my soul shall live,
And give full proof that he is there,
Without one gloomy doubt or fear.

375

1

THE

The Contrite Heart. Isa. lvii. 15.

HE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no?

2 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry-" My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

3 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of prayer;

I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

4 Oh make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;

And if it be not broken, break

And heal it, if it be.

376

Address to the Judge of all.

Newton

LM

Davies.

C. M.

Cowper.

C. P. M.

HEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

1 WH

To bring thy ransomed people home,

Shall I among them stand?

SELF-EXAMINATION.

Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at thy right hand?
2 I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all:

But can I bear the piercing thought-
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call!
3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place,
In this accepted day;

Thy pardoning voice oh let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face:

Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.

377

1 M

Hope and Solicitude.

Y soul would fain indulge a hope
To reach the heavenly shore;
And, when I drop this dying flesh,

That I shall sin no more.

2 I hope to hear and join the song
That saints and angels raise;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.

3 But oh-this dreadful heart of sin!
deceive me still;
And while I look for joys above,

It

may

May plunge me down to hell.

4 The scene must then for ever close,
Probation at an end;

No gospel grace can reach me there,
No pardon there descend.

5 Come, then, O blessed Jesus, come,
To me thy Spirit give;

Shine through a dark, benighted soul,
And bid a sinner live.

C. M.

Steward.

378

The Pilgrim's Song.

1 ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun-
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given;
All your sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

379

1

Support in the Hope of Heaven.
HEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

WH

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

7.6.

Cennick.

C. M.

Watts.

380

1

Desiring to Depart.

7.6.

HAPPY who in Jesus live;

But happier far are they
Who to God their spirits give,
And flee from earth away:
Yet, if so thy will ordain,

We'll pursue this toilsome road,
Cheerful in the flesh remain,
And meekly bear the load.

2 To thy wise and gracious will
We quietly submit;
Waiting for redemption still,
But waiting at thy feet:
When thou wilt the blessing give,

Call us up thy face to see;

Only let thy servants live,

381

1

And let us die-to thee.

Consolation in the Thought of God.
HY gracious presence, O my God,
My every wish contains;

THY

With this, beneath affliction's load, My heart no more complains. 2 This can my every care control,

Gild each dark scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul;
Without it all is night.

3 Oh happy scenes of pure delight,
Where thy full beams impart
Unclouded beauty to the sight,
And rapture to the heart.
4 Her part in those fair realms of bliss
My spirit longs to know;

My wishes terminate in this,

Nor can they rest below.

5 Lord, shall these breathings of my heart Aspire in vain to thee?"

Confirm my hope that where thou art

I shall for ever be.

6 Then shall my cheerful spirit sing
The darksome hours away,

And rise, on faith's expanded wing,
To everlasting day.

C. Wesley.

C. M.

Mrs. Steele.