Stoop, to a poor sinner, stoop, Saviour of my soul, draw nigh, And cannot come to thee: The wine and oil of grace pour in; Good physician, speak the word, And heal my soul of sin. Pity to my dying cries Hath drawn thee from above: Hovering over me with eyes Of tenderness and love: Now I long to see thy face, The Balm of Gilead to receive; Thou canst save me by thy, grace, And bid the sinner live, Surely then the bitterness Of second death is past; JOHN viii. 11. Perfect then the work begun, Still preserve me safe from harms, 11. "Sin no more.” JESUS, friend of sinners, hear! Yet once again I pray : From my debt of sin set clear, For I have nought to pay. For my selfishness and pride Left me long to wander wide, Tho' my sins as mountains rise, And swell and reach to heaven, Mercy is above the skies, But greater is thy mercy's store; Sin's deceitfulness hath spread Shed thy love, thy tenderness, And let me feel thy softening power: Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. From the oppressive power of sin Speak, and all this war shall cease, And sin shall give its raging o'er : For this only thing I pray, Take the Fill me with chaste desire; Perfect me in holiness: Thine image to my soul restore: Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. 96 HYMNS FOR PRISONERS. 12. Christ's compassion to the tempted. HEBREWS iv. 15. WITH joy we meditate the grace Touch'd with a sympathy within, He, in the days of feeble flesh, He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, Then let our humbled hearts address Should tempests boil the raging main, WATTS. On various subjects, 1. The uncertainty of time, The present moment flies, One thing demands our care: Teach us thy name to fear, 2. Death and Judgment.-Part i. AND am I born to die, To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? |