3 I hop'd that in some favor'd hour, At once he'd answer my request; And by his love's restraining pow'r, Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 4 Instead of this, he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart, And let the angry pow'rs of hell Assault my soul in ev'ry part.
5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my wo;
Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my hopes, and laid me low. 6 "Lord, why is this," I trembling cried, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?” ""Tis in this way," the Lord replied, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith: 7 "These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me.' HYMN 245. C. M.
Backsliding and returning.
1 HOW far, alas, in sinful ways, How far from God I've gone; And now I mourn in painful lays- Ah! Lord, what have I done!
2 To sin and Satan's bold
I was a willing prey;
He was not readier to command, Than I was to obey.
3 Perchance the tempter left my heart Yet still his work went on; I acted o'er his dreadful part- Ah! Lord, what have I done! 4 Saviour, Almighty and divine, I've slighted all thy charms; Restore me from this sad decline, Nor thrust me from thy arms.
HYMN 246. C. M.
Wantage. Martyr's.
1 DEAR Jesus, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to my vows, like Peter, I Would fain, like Peter, weep.
2 Now let me be by grace restor❜d, To me thy mercy shown; Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
3 Almighty Prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart,
Grant, through the greatness of thy love, The humble, contrite heart.
4 Give, what I should have long implor'd, A taste of love unknown;
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
5 Behold me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die;
For life, and happiness, and love, Smile in thy gracious eye.
6 Speak but the reconciling word; Let mercy melt me down:
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.
HYMN 247. C. M.
1 BLEST Saviour, by thy pow'rful word, Once night was turn❜d to day; And thy salvation joy restor❜d, Which I had sinn'd away.
2 'Twas then I wonder'd and ador'd To see thy grace divine;
I felt thy love, I prais'd the Lord, Who made such blessings mine.
3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own A wretch so vile as I?
May I not still approach thy throne, And, Abba Father, cry?
4 Lord, speak that gracious word again, And cheer my drooping heart;
No voice but thine can sooth my pain, Or bid my fears depart.
Orange. Wirksworth.
Luke xix. 41.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from ev'ry eye. 2 The Son of God in tears, Angels with wonder see! Be thou astonish'd, O my soul He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept, that we might weep; Each sin demands a tear:
In heav'n alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there.
Finedon. Bloxham. St. John's,
Adieu to the vain world.
1 WORLD, adieu! thou real cheat; Oft have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes and false alarms : Now I see, as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. 2 Vain, thy entertaining sights; False, thy promises renew'd; All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude: Thee I quit for heav'n above, Object of the noblest love.
3 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind Follow after fleeting toys; Since in thee alone I find Solid and substantial joys:- Joys that, never overpast, Through eternity shall last.
1 HOW false this earth in all its forms, How big with flatt'ring lies! We seek to catch her airy charms, And straight the phantom dies.
2 There's nothing round these painted skies, Or on this earthly clod;
Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys, Or lovely as thy God.
3 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love, To feel his quick'ning grace: And all the heav'n I hope above, Is but to see his face.
4 No-'tis in vain to seek for bliss, For bliss can ne'er be found, Till we arrive where Jesus is, And tread on heav'nly ground.
Blendon. Armley. Moreton.
1 DEAD be my heart to all below, To mortal joys and mortal cares; To sensual bliss that charms us so, Be dark mine eyes and deaf mine ears.
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