Prayer for a Sense of Sin.
1. ОH, for that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord!
Owning how just and good thou art,
And trembling at thy word.
2. Oh, for those humble, contrite tears
Which from repentance flow!
Oh, for that sense of guilt which fears
The long-suspended blow!
3. Saviour, to me in pity give,
For sin, the deep distress-
The pledge thou wilt at last receive;
And bid me die in peace.
4. Oh, fill my soul with faith and love,
And strength to do thy will!
Raise my desires and hopes above;
Thyself to me reveal.
"Turn Thee unto me, and have mercy
upon me."
275. 1.0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye;
2. See, Lord, before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-"Return"?
3. And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!
Are not thy mer-cies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee?
277.
1. SHOW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;
"Show pity, Lord! O Lord forgive."
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Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2. My crimes are great, but ne'er surpass
The
and
power glory of thy grace:
Great God! thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3. Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean!
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain mine eyes.
4. My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord!
Whose hope, still hovering round thy
word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
278.
1. A BROKEN heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
"Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation."
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The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice
2. My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, Ŏ Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
3. Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
4. Oh, may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my power shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteous
"Blot out my transgressions."
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1. O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
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 banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4. Tho' I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a sinner seek thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.
1. On that my load of sin were gone!
Oh 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 stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.
S. I would—but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release:
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace
1. RETURN, my roving heart, return,
13. As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display? 4. My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5. Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
The Joy unknown in Heaven.
1. TREMBLING, before thine awful throne,
O Lord, in dust sins I own.
my
Justice and mercy for my life
Contend: oh, smile, and heal the strife!
The Saviour smiles-upon my soul!
New tides of hope tumultuous roll
His voice proclaims my pardon found;
Seraphic transport wings the sound!
3. Earth has a joy unknown in heaven-
The new-born peace of sins forgiven:
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
Ye angels! never dimmed your sight.
And life's vain shadows chase no more; 4. Ye know where morn exulting springs.
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
2. O thou great God! whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep retreat,
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,
And let me here thy presence meet.
3. Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
And still its beams unerring dart,
Till all be known and purified.
4. Then let the visits of thy love,
My inmost soul be made to share,
Till every grace combine to prove
That God has fixed his dwelling there.
282. "My soul waiteth for Thee."
1. FROM deepdistress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I raise my cries;
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
And evening folds her drooping wings;
Loud is your song: the heavenly plain
Is shaken by your choral strain.
5. But I amid your choir shall shine,
And all your knowledge will be mine;
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord which mine will bear!
1. JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to thee,
Lost and undone, for aid I flee;
Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
Open thine arms and take me in.
2. Pity and save my ruined soul;
"Tis thou alone canst make me whole;
Dark, till in me thine image shine,
And lost I am, till thou art mine.
3. At last I own it cannot be
That I should fit myself for thee:
Here, then, to thee I all resign;
Thine is the work, and only thine.
2. But thou hast built thy throne of grace, 4. What can I say thy grace to move?
Free to dispense thy pardons there; That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear.
Lord, I am sin,-but thou art love:
I give up every plea beside,
Lord, I am lost, but thou hast died!
2. I LOVE to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them 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. O Lord, prevent it by thy grace,
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4. Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall
To see thy smiling face; [sound,
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
1. Lo, on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand,
Secure, insensible!
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place
Or shuts me up in hell.
O God, my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful hes
Eternal things impress!
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.
3. Before me place in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou, with clouds, shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?
4. O Saviour, then my soul receive,
Then bid me in thy presence live,
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love..
1 AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound, My soul in bonds of guilt I found, And knew not where to go; One solemn truth increased my pain, "The sinner must be born again,"
Or sink to endless woe.
2. I heard the law, its thunders roll,
While guilt lay heavy on my soul—
A vast oppressive load;
All creature-aid I saw was vain:
"The sinner must be born again,"
Or drink the wrath of God.
3. The saints I heard with rapture tell, How Jesus conquered death and hell, To bring salvation near;
Yet still I found this truth remain— "The sinner must be born again," Or sink in deep despair.
4. But while I thus in anguish lay,
The bleeding Saviour passed that way,
My bondage to remove:
The sinner, once by justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.
GANGES. C. P. M.
1. LORD, thou hast won-at length I yield: My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee:
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?—
Love conquers even me.
2. Yes, since thou hast thy love revealed, And shown my soul a pardon sealed,
I can resist no more;
Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed? Canst thou for such a rebel plead?
I wonder and adore!
3. If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been;
But mercy has my heart subdued,
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,
And now, I hate my sin.
4. Now, Lord, I would be thine alone-
Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.
So shall all saints and martyrs raise A joyful chorus to thy praise, Through ages without end!
1. THE mind was formed to mount sublime, Beyond the narrow bounds of time,
To everlasting things;
But earthly vapors dim her sight,
And hang, with cold oppressive weight,
Upon her drooping wings.
2. Bright scenes of bliss-unclouded skies,
Invite my soul;-oh, could I rise,
Nor leave a thought below,
I'd bid farewell to anxious care,
And say, to every tempting snare-
Heaven calls, and I must go!
3. Heaven calls-and can I yet delay?
Can aught on earth engage my stay?
Ah! wretched lingering heart!
Come, Lord! with strength, and life and
light,
Assist and guide my upward flight,
And bid the world depart.
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