Joyful at God's right-hand appear, 3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band, 4 Ah! no-l still may turn and live, 5 I will accept his offers now, The grace through Jesus given; PENITENTIAL, Bethlehem.] HYMN 24. 7's, 6's, & 1 8. 1 AMB of God for sinners slain, Heal me of my grief and pain, From this bondage, Lord, release; Jesus, master, seal my peace, 2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out, No, my God, I cannot doubt My all in earth or heaven; The good wherewith I would be blest: And take me to thy breast! 4 This delight I fain would prove, 0 Parvus.] HYMN 25. L. M. THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear! Suffer the sinners to draw near, And graciously receive us still. 2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have ; But I am sick, and want thine aid, And wait thine utmost pow'r to save. 3 Thy pow'r, and truth, and love divine, The same from age to age endure: A word, a gracious word of thine, 4 Helpless howe'er my spirit lies, And long hath languish'd at the pool. And speak me in a moment whole. 1 New Sabbath.] HYMN 26. L. M. Y sufferings all to thee are known. 2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers! 3 For whom didst thou the cross endure ? 4 Art thou not touch'd with human wo? 5 Have I not heard, have I not known, 6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, 7 The day of small and feeble things, 1 Devizes.] HYMN 27. C. M. OW sad ou our state by nature is! Our sin how deep it stains! Hur sin And Satan binds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, I would believe thy promise, Lord! 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my spotted soul 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my strength and righteousness. My Jesus and my all. 1 Eutaw.] HYMN 28. 6 lines 8's, ATHER of lights, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs Whose goodness providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry : To thee I look, my heart prepare ; Suggest and hearken to my prayer. 2 Since, by thy light, myself I see Naked, and poor, and void of thee; Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey, Preventing what my lips would say: Thou seest my wants, for help they call, And ere I speak thou know'st them all. 3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind; Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will, Averse to good, and prone to ill; Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love. 4 Fain would I know as known by thee, Fain would I all my vileness own, 5 Ah, give me, Lord, myself to feel, 1 Ah, give me, Lord, (I still would say) Stafford.] HYMN 29. S. M. THAT I could repent! |