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GoD calling yet!—shall I not hear?
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumbers lie?
God calling yet?—shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still: can I delay?
God calling yet!—and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock 2
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?
God calling yet!—and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake;
He calls me still:—my heart, awake!
Ah, yield Him all; in Him confide:
Where but with Him doth peace abide?
Break loose, let earthly bonds be riven,
And let the spirit rise to heaven
God calling yet!—I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart!
From H. L. L. 1853.
Tr. Gerhard Tersteegen. ab. 1730.
- REPENTANCE. 349 7's. 1 God of mercy! God of grace' Hear our sad repentant songs. 0 restore Thy suppliant race, Thou to whom our praise belongs!
2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent:
3 Foolish fears and fond desires,
Wain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain;
4 These, and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame, we own.
Humbled at Thy feet we lie,
Seeking pardon from Thy throne.
John Taylor. 1799.
1 O Thou whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eyes
2 See, low before Thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn.
Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said, return ?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail,
To drive me from Thy feet?
0 let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.
4 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light,
2 Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!
5 O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
6 Thy presence only can bestow
Delights, which never cloy.
Be this my solace here below,
And my eternal joy! [Anne Steele. 1760.
1 How oft, alas, this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of His Word :
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return l’’
Dear Lord, and may I come 2
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
0 take the wanderer home.
3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak Thy wondrous Love?
4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power
How glorious, how divine,
That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine!
5 Thy pardoning Love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Savior, I adore;
Oh, keep me at Thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
Anne Steele. 1760.
352 PSALM 51. L. M. 1 Show pity, Lord; O Lord! forgive; Let a repenting rebel live. Are not Thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in Thee?
2 My crimes are great, but don’t surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning Love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean ;
Lord, let me hear Thy pardoning voice,
And bid my broken heart rejoice.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess
Against Thy law, against Thy grace:
Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.
5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Watts. 1719. a.
353 PSALM 51. L. M. 1 0 THou that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from Thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to 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 holy joys, my God, 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. A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns Thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, 0 Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. 7 0 may Thy Love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness. Watts. 1719.
1 WHENCE shall my tears begin?
"What first-fruits shall I bear
Of sorrow for my sin,
Or how my woes declare 2
O Thou, the ever-gracious One!
Forgive the sins that I have done.
2 Thou formedst me of clay,
0 heavenly Potter! Thou
In flesh didst me array,
With life and breath endow.
Thou who dost make, redeem, and know,
To me, Thy creature, pity show !
3 I lie before Thy door,
O turn me not away!
Nor give Thy servant o'er
To Satan for a prey !
But ere the term of life and grace,
Do Thou my many sins efface 257