To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine: Now bid the new creation be; O God, let there be faith in me!
Sion.] HYMN 39. 8 lines 8's.
OME, Holy, celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast! My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load; The sense of acceptance to give,
And sprinkle his heart with thy blood! 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely withheld from my sin, And tried, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win ; The work of thy mercy revive; Thy uttermost mercy exert : And kindly continue to strive, And hold, till I yield thee my heart.
3 Thy call if I ever have known,
And sigh'd from myself to get free. And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee; Fulfil the imperfect desire;
Thy peace to my conscience reveal : The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel!
4 If when I had put thee to grief, And madly to folly return'd, Thy pity hath been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn'd : Most pitiful Spirit of Grace, Relieve me again, and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,
To fall, and to suffer no more! 5 If now I lament after God,
And gasp for a drop of thy love; If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above ; Come, heavenly Comforter, come! True Witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine!
Kirke.] HYMN 40. L. M. 1 TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite : Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart. And still shook off my guilty fears; And vex'd, and urg'd thee to depart, For many long rebellious years: 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd: 4 Yet O! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear
T' exclude me from thy people's rest.
5 This only wo I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love. 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land.
Euphrates.] HYMN 41. 8 lines 7's & 6's..
O the haven of thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly!
Be my refuge and my rest, For, O! the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast;
A covert from the tempest be! Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see.
2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry, barren place; O descend on me and bring Thy sweet refreshing grace! O'er a parch'd and weary land, As a great rock extends its shade. Hide me, Saviour, with thy hand, And screen my naked head.
3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness, Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy power.. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun : Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun : Weary, parch'd with thirst, and faint, Till thou th' abiding Spirit breathe, Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of thy death.
5 Never shall I want it less,
When thou the gift hast given,
Fill'd me with thy righteousness, And seal'd the heir of heaven; I shall hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect glory see; Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee.
Bedford.] HYMN 42. C. M. THAT I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem; Who gave his life that I might live A life conceal'd in him!
2 O that I could the blessing prove, My heart's extreme desire : Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire!
3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace, That kept by mercy's power, I may from every evil cease, And never grieve thee more. 4 Now, if thy gracious will it be, E'en now my sins remove, And set my soul at liberty, By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand prayers, Thou pard'ning God, descend: Number me with salvation's heirs, My sins and troubles end.
6 Nothing I ask or want beside, Of all in earth or heaven:
But let me feel thy blood applied, And live and die forgiven.
Hotham.] HYMN 43. 8 lines 7's.
1 ROOPING soul, shake off thy fears; Fearful soul, be strong, be bold;
Tarry till thy Lord appears, Never, never quit thy hold! Murmur not at his delay,
Dare not set thy God a time: Calmly for his coming stay, Leave it, leave it all to him.
2 Fainting soul, be bold, be strong; Wait the coming of thy Lord; Though it seem to tarry long, True and faithful is his word; On his word my soul I cast, (He cannot himself deny,) Surely it shall speak at last;
It shall speak, and shall not lie. 3 Every one that seeks shall find; Every one that asks shall have Christ, the Saviour of mankind, Willing, able all to save;
I shall his salvation see; I in faith on Jesus call; I from sin shall be set free, Perfectly set free from all.
4 Lord, my time is in thine hand, Weak and helpless as I am; Surely thou canst make me stand; I believe in Jesu's name; Saviour in temptation thou,
Thou hast sav'd me heretofore; Thou from sin dost save me now; Thou shalt save me evermore.
WHY should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring The tokens of thy grace.
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