Imágenes de páginas

Vile, like her, and self-abhorred,
I at Thy feet for mercy groan :
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 8 Look, as when Thy languid eye

Was closed, that we might live!
“Father,” (at the point to die,

My Saviour gasped, “forgive!”
Surely, with that dying word,
He turns, and looks, and cries, “ 'Tis done!”
O my bleeding, loving Lord,

Thou break'st my heart of stone! 494

88 & 78. C. WESLEY. 1762.

Acts v. 31. xvi. 31.
TN Thy state of exaltation,
1 Answer, Lord, its end on me,
Thou, the God of my salvation,

Thou my Prince and Ruler be;
Let me, first, the true repentance,

Self-condemn'd, from Thee receive,
Then reverse the fearful sentence,

Bid Thy pardoned rebel live.
2 Author of our sure salvation,

Author of our faith Thou art,
Call me out of condemnation,

Sprinkle with Thy blood my heart,
Give the faith that moves the mountain,

Pardoned, saved by faith alone,
Lead me through that open fountain

To Thine everlasting throne.

2 Autho Thy parhe fearful Thee re


For Mourners convinced of Sin.

Watts. 1719.
THOU that hear’st when sinners cry,
U Though all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.


2 Create my nature pure within,

And form my soul averse from 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 saving strength, O Lord, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,

His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near Thy throne,

To plead the merits of Thy Son.
5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,

And owns Thy dreadful sentence just :
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,

And save the soul condemned to die.
6 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 pardoning God.


S.M. J. OR C. WESLEY. 1747.
TESUS, my Lord, attend

Thy feeble creature's cry;
And show Thyself the sinner's friend,

And set me up on high.
From hell's oppressive power

My struggling soul release,
And to Thy Father's grace restore,

And to Thy perfect peace.
Thy blood and righteousness

I make my only plea,
My present and eternal peace

Are both derived from Thee :
Rivers of life divine

From Thee their Fountain flow,
And all who know that love of Thine,

The joy of angels know.


[ocr errors]

O then impute, impart

To me Thy righteousness,
And let me taste how good Thou art,

How full of truth and grace :
That Thou canst here forgive,
Grant me to testify,
And justified by faith to live,

And in that faith to die.

[ocr errors]


78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1742.
CONFESSION :-Wretched, and poor, and blind, and naked.
W RETCHED, helpless, and distrest,

Ah! whither shall I fly?
Ever gasping after rest,

I cannot find it nigh :
Naked, sick, and poor, and blind,
Fast bound in sin and misery,
Friend of sinners, let me find

My help, my all, in Thee !
I am all unclean, unclean,

Thy purity I want ;
My whole heart is sick of sin,

And my whole head is faint:
Full of putrefying sores,
Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul
Looks to Jesus, help implores,

And gasps to be made whole.
In the wilderness I stray,

My foolish heart is blind;
Nothing do I know; the way

Of peace I cannot find :
Jesu, Lord, restore my sight,
And take, O take the veil away :
Turn my darkness into light,

My midnight into day.
Naked of Thine image, Lord,

Forsaken, and alone,
Unrenewed, and unrestored,

I have not Thee put on :


Over me Thy mantle spread,
Send down Thy likeness from above,
Let Thy goodness be displayed,

And wrap me in Thy love.
Poor, alas ! Thou know'st I am,

And would be poorer still ;
See my pakedness and shame,

And all my vileness feel :
No good thing in me resides,
My soul is all an aching void,
Till Thy Spirit here abides,

And I am filled with God.
6 Jesus, full of truth and grace,

In Thee is all I want;
Be the wanderer's resting-place

A cordial to the faint ;
Make me rich, for I am poor,
In Thee may I my Eden find,
To the dying health restore,

And eye-sight to the blind !
Clothe me with Thy holiness,

Thy meek humility;
Put on me Thy glorious dress,

Endue my soul with Thee ;
Let Thine image be restored,
Thy name and nature let me prove;
With Thy fulness fill me, Lord,
And perfect me in love.

C.M. C. Wesley, 1741.

Psalm cxx.
NUT of the depth of self-despair,

To Thee, O Lord, I cry;
My misery mark, attend my prayer,

And bring salvation nigh.
2 If Thou art rigorously severe,

Who may the test abide ?
Where shall the man of sin appear,

Or how be justified ?



3 But, O! forgiveness is with Thee,

That sinners may adore ;
With filial fear, Thy goodness see,

And never grieve Thee more.
4 My soul, while still to Him it flies,

Prevents the morning ray :
O that His mercy's beams would rise,

And bring the gospel day!
5 Ye faithful souls, confide in God,

Mercy with Him remains ;
Plenteous redemption through His blood,

To wash out all your stains.
6 His Israel Himself shall clear,

From all their sins redeem ;
The Lord our Righteousness is near,
And we are just in Him.

NEWTON. 1779
PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
A Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,

For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea;

With this I venture nigh,
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fears within,

I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place ;

That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, “Thou hast died !”
5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead Thy gracious Name !

« AnteriorContinuar »