Almighty God, before thy glorious | That in ourselves no good we find (viour own. To move thee, Lord, to be so kind: Yet many here with inward rap throne, And thee our only Lord and Sa 6. Reach out thy sceptre, King of love, Let us thy royal favour prove, Who, conscious of our indigence, Approach thy throne with confidence; (to glow, O teach our lips to praise, our hearts Our eyes with grateful tears to overflow. Countess Z. 372.* T. 97. WHOM, dear Redeemer, dost thou love? (prove? What doth thy highest pleasure Whom dost thou favour, cheer, and bless, And call to endless happiness? Thou, who art holy, great, unchangeable, (manuel? The mighty God, yet our Im2. The answer humble thanks doth claim, (shame: And fills our souls with conscious "I love thee, sinner; come to me, I will receive thee graciously; Tho' thou be sinful, ready to despair, (glory share." Thou shalt my pardon, help, and 3. What wonder in the soul takes place, (grace; When we survey thy boundless For ah! to know our evil heart, And thy great name, and what thou art, (cious prove, And yet to find thee still so graThis makes us sink abas'd with shame and love. 4. We all know who and what we are, And all with one consent declare, GRACIOUS Redeemer, who for Didst die upon the shameful cros we are, To save our souls from death, We humbly at thy feet fall down, And thee thy body's Saviour own, On whom we firmly trust by faith. 2. Weak, helpless babes, 't is true, (clear: Poor sinners, but from guilt made The virtue of that blood, Which did for all our sins atone, We have experienc'd, and have known (of God. From thence the quickening power 3. We, deeply bow'd, can nought reply, But at thy pierced feet we lie, That, vile and wretched as we are, Such undeserved love we share; survey, Our hearts like wax then melt away, Our eyes with tears o'erflow; CHRIST, my Redeemer, Lord, and How came I, sinner void of good, To that bless'd company 2. To thee, with guilt oppress'd, I er, Like Magdalen at thy feet; Yea, happiness and joy complete. He leads me to a pasture-ground, 2. He guides my soul to living Where sweetly I'm refreshed; 4. His goodness and his mercies all With Christ, my soul's Redeemer. 376.* W. Mosel. Thy mercy, love, and patience, 2. I And adoration. am the chief of sinners, yea, the poorest Of those, whom of thy favour thou assurest; Yet blessings on all sides I see abounding, My soul surrounding. 3. Hadst thou not sought me first | We, alas, forget too often, What a friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, and follow'd ever, (thy favour; I had not come to thee, nor known When thou hadst found me, then with arms of mercy Thou didst embrace me. 4. I thank thee with sincerest heart's affection, (election, That thou, according to thy graceHast brought me to thy bloodbought congregation, Seal'd my salvation. ONE there is above all others, 2. Which of all our friends, to save 3. When he liv'd on earth abased, 5 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften; Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We will love thee as we ought. JESUS, thy love exceeds by far 2. My blessed Saviour, is thy love 3. No man of greater love can boast, With heavenly glory crown'd, Thou wouldst partake of human Beset with troubles round. (flesh, 5. And now, upon thy throne above, Thy love is still as great: Well thou remember'st Calvary, Nor canst thy death forget. 6. O Lord, I'll treasure in my soul The memory of thy love; And thy dear name shall still to me A grateful odour prove. 379. Watts. T. 90. JESUS, Redeemer of mankind, 2. How couldst thou love such | 5. The almighty Former of the skies COME, Holy Ghost, inspire my With thy immortal flame; (song And teach my heart, and teach my tongue The Saviour's lovely name. 2. The Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in this blissful sound; Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet comfort round. 3. Here pardon, life, and joy divine In rich effusion flow For guilty rebels, lost by sin, And doom'd to endless woe. 4. God's only Son, stupendous grace, Stoop'd to our vile abode; While angels view'd with wondering eyes, And hail'd the incarnate God. 6. O the rich depths of love divine; Of bliss a boundless store: Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, I cannot wish for more. 7. On thee alone my hope relies: Beneath thy cross I fall, My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, My Saviour, and my All. 381 Scottish Tabernacle. T. 90. 388.* T. 106, or 90. | 3. In darkness willingly I stray'd THEE will I love, my strength and tower, My soul with love to thee inspire: 2. Ah, why did I so late thee know, were spread, Thy creatures more than thee I lov'd; |