121 1 S. M. 'Behold, now is the accepted time; be- Now is th' accepted time: Now, sinners, come without delay, 2 Now is th' accepted time: 3 4 The Saviour calls to-day; To-morrow you may be too late; 'Tis madness to delay. Now is th' accepted time: And every promise of His word Declares there yet is room. Lord, draw reluctant souls Then shall attendant angels bear 122 VI. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. C. M. 'God be merciful unto us, and bless us ; 1 0 LORD, turn not Thy face from us, 2 A gate which opens wide to those 3 We need not to confess our life 4 Wherefore to beg and to entreat, 5 O Lord, we need not to repeat 6 Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask,— 123 8, 8, 8, 4. 'A contrite heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise.' 1 THERE is a holy sacrifice, Which God in heaven will not despise, The contrite heart. 2 That lofty One, before whose throne The countless hosts of heaven bow down, Another dwelling-place will own,— The contrite heart. 3 The Holy One, the Son of God, The contrite heart. 4 The Holy Spirit from on high Will listen to its faintest sigh, And cheer, and bless, and purify The contrite heart. 5 Saviour, I cast my hopes on Thee; Such as Thou art I fain would be; In mercy, Lord, bestow on me The contrite heart. 124 C. M. 'Be merciful unto me, O God.' 1 0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 2 See, low before Thy throne of grace, Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 4 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering ray, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, 5 Oh! shine on this benighted heart, And let Thy healing voice impart 6 Thy presence only can bestow 125 8, 7; 8, 8, 7. 'Out of the depths have I cried unto 1 FROM depths of woe I raise to Thee If Thou shouldst be extreme to mark Oh! who could stand before Thee! 2 To wash away the crimson stain, 3 Therefore my trust is in the Lord, 4 Although our sin is great indeed, His hand can give the help we need, |