O, bid a contrite sinner live,
Through thy incarnate Son.
3 Guilt, like a heavy load,
Upon my conscience lies;
To thee I make my sorrows known,
And lift my weeping eyes.
4 The burden which I feel,
Thou only can'st remove;
Display, O Lord, thy pardoning grace,
And thy unbounded love.
5 One gracious look of thine
Will ease my troubled breast;
O, let me know my sins forgiven,
And I shall then be blest.
Hope for the Chief of Sinners.
1 I LEFT the God of truth and light,
I left the God who gave me breath,
To wander in the wilds of night,
And perish in the snares of death.
2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke
Was light and easy to be borne;
Through all his bands of love I broke,
I cast away his gifts with scorn.
3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down,
Where shall the chief of sinners fly,
Almighty Vengeance, from thy frown—
Eternal Justice, from thine eye?
4 My suffering, slain, and risen Lord,
In sore distress I turn to thee,
I claim acceptance on thy word,
My God! my God! forsake not me.
5 Prostrate before the mercy-seat,
I dare not, if I would, despair;
None ever perished at thy feet,
And I will lie for ever there.
"I will take Away the Heart of Stone."
1 HEAR, O Jesus, my complaints,
Known to thee are all my wants:
Self-convicted, self-abhorred,
I approach thee, dearest Lord.
2 Break, O break this heart of stone;
Form it for thy use alone:
Bid each vanity depart;
Build thy temple in my heart.
3 This be my support in need,
That thou didst so freely bleed:
All my joys and hopes arise
From thy bleeding sacrifice.
4 Saviour, to my heart be near,
Exercise thy shepherd care:
Guard my weakness by thy grace,
Fill my soul with heavenly peace.
The Sinner at the Saviour's Feet.
1 0 LAMB of God, for sinners slain,
I plead with thee, my suit to gain,
I plead what thou hast done:
Didst thou not die the death for me?
Jesus, remember Calvary,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Receive the purchase of thy blood,
My friend and Advocate with God,
My ransom and my peace;
My Surety! thou my debt hast paid,
For all my sins atonement made,
The Lord my righteousness.
30 let thy Spirit shed abroad
The love of my redeeming God,
In this cold heart of mine:
O might he now descend, and rest
For ever in this troubled breast,
"He hath Borne our Griefs."
1 SURELY Christ thy griefs hath borne, Weeping soul, no longer mourn;
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee;
There thy every sin he bore,
Weeping soul, lament no more.
2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes
On the atoning sacrifice;
There the incarnate Deity,
Numbered with transgressors, see;
There, his Father's absence mourns,
Nailed, and bruised, and crowned with thorns.
3 Cast thy guilty soul on him,
Find him mighty to redeem ;
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and cares away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.
4 Lord, thine arm must be revealed,
Ere I can by faith be healed:
Since I scarce can look to thee,
Cast a gracious eye on me;
At thy feet myself I lay,
Shine, O shine, my fears away.
"He Giveth Grace to the Humble."
1 COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return:
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
His arm, though it be strong to smite,
Is also strong to save.
3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know him and rejoice:
His coming like the morn shall be;
Like morning songs his voice.
4 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground:-
5 So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.
Christ's Gracious Invitation.
1 ALL ye who seek a sovereign cure,
In trouble and distress,
Whatever sorrow vex the mind,
Or guilt the soul oppress :-
2 Jesus, who gave himself for you.
Upon the cross to die,
Opens afresh his bleeding side;
O, draw the Saviour nigh.
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