But who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold; Art thou the man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold: Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. 4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell; To know it now resolv'd I am : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.
5 What though my shrinking flesh complain. And murmur to contend so long :
I rise superior to my pain:
When I am weak, then I am strong! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail.
1 YIELD to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak; Be conquer'd by my instant prayer: Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name be love.
2 'Tis love! 'tis love! thou didst for me; I hear thy wisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love thou art : To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is love.
3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see thee face to face; I see thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and thy name is Love. 4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend : Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end: Thy mercies never shall remove, Thy nature and thy name is Love. 5 The Sun of Righteousness on me Hath rose with healing in his wings; Wither'd my nature's strength; from thee My soul its life and succour brings ; My help is all laid all laid up above;
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 6 Contented now upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I
On thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from thee to move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
7 Lame as I am, I take the prey;
Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome: I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And, as a bounding hart, fly home ; Through all eternity to prove
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Pastoral Hymn.] HYMN 78. 6 lines 8's
THOU, whom fain my soul would love! Whom I would gladly die to know ;
This veil of unbelief remove,
And show me all thy goodness, show:
Jesus thyself in me reveal,
Tell me thy name, thy nature tell.
2 Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long, Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known! I claim thee with a faltering tongue; I pray thee in a feeble groan, Tell me, O tell me who thou art! And speak thy Name into my heart. 3 If now thou talkest by the way
With such an abject worm as me, The mystery of grace display;
Open mine eyes that I may see: That I may understand thy word, "And now cry out,-" It is the Lord."
DESCRIBING FORMAL RELIGION.
Rochester.] HYMN 79. C. M.
ONG have I seem'd to serve Thee, Lord. With unavailing pain:
Fasted, and pray'd, and read thy word, And heard it preach'd in vain.
2 Oft did I with th' assembly join, And near thy altar drew; A form of godliness was mine, The power I never knew.
3 I rested in the outward law, Nor knew its deep design: The length and breadth I never saw, And height of love divine.
4 To please thee thus at length I see, Vainly I hop'd and strove;
For what are outward things to thee, Unless they spring from love?
5 1 see the perfect law requires Truth in the inward parts;
Our full consent, our whole desires,
Our undivided hearts.
6 But I of means have made
Of means an idol made: The spirit in the letter lost,
The substance in the shade.
7 Where am I now, or what my hope? What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up : 'Tis thou must make it new.
Y gracious, loving Lord, To thee what shall I say? Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray! Ten thousand wants have I; Alas! I all things want! But thou hast bid me always cry. And never, never faint.
Yet, Lord, well might I fear, Fear e'en to ask thy grace; So oft have I, alas! drawn near, And mock'd thee to thy face: With all pollutions stain'd, Thy hallow'd courts I trod; Thy name and temple I profan'd, And dar'd to call thee God.
3 Nigh with my lips I drew; My lips were all unclean:
Thee with my heart I never knew, My heart was full of sin:
Far from the living Lord, As far as hell from heaven; Thy purity I still abhorr'd, Nor look'd to be forgiven.
My nature I obey'd;
My own desires pursu❜d:
And still a den of thieves I made
The hallow'd house of God. The worship he approves, To him I would not pay; My selfish ends, and creature-loves, Had stole my heart away.
My sin and nakedness
I studied to disguise;
Spoke to my soul a flatt'ring peace, And put out my own eyes; In fig-leaves I appear'd;
Nor with my form would part; But still retain'd a conscience sear'd, A hard, deceitful heart.
1 A GODLY, formal saint I long appear'd in sight; By self and Satan taught to paint My tomb, my nature, white. The Pharisee within
Still undisturb'd remain'd
The strong man, arm'd with guilt of sin. Safe in his palace reign'd.
But, Oh! the jealous God In my behalf came down ;
Jesus himself the stronger show'd, And claim'd me for his own,
My spirit he alarm'd,
And brought into distress;
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