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T. 159.

T. 56.

6. If but his arm support us still, Is but his joy our strength,

434. We shall ascend the rugged hill, WE covenant with hand and heart, And conquerors prove at length. To follow Christ, our Lord ; 432 *

With world, and sin, and self to part

And to obey his word: BLESSED Jesus, : 11 : all our hearts To love each other heartily, incline

(steps shine; In truth and in sincerity, Thee to follow : || : where thy foot. And under cross, reproach and At all times and everywhere

shame, May our words and actions bear To glorify his name. A resemblance, : 11: gracious Lord, to thine. V. Pfeil.

435. 433.*

T. 164.

AMEN, Ruler of thy Church, HOW great at last my joy will be, Grant, we pray, this our petition : If I have faithful proved

In submission
To Christ, and 'midst adversity To thy will, with steady pace,
Till my last breath him loved:

In thy ways
They who reproach here bear, To proceed: if thou attend us,
In heaven a crown shall wear; Cross and

hall not offend us; Who follow Christ are truly blest, Thee we boldly will confess. For they with him shall ever rest.

Z. v. Bonnin.

T. 155.

T. 22.

XXV. SELF-KNOWLEDGE, AND SIGHING FOR GRACE.

436. T. 37. Can to rejoice in him THEY that are whole need not

Be ever ready.
The good Physician;
But they who know and feel

437.* Their lost condition,

MY soul before thee prostrate lies, Bewail their wretched state,

To thee, its source, my spirit flies; To Christ appealing,

O turn to me thy cheering face; Experience of his stripes

I'm poor, enrich me with thy grace. The virtue healing. 2. We know, that in our flesh

2. Deeply convinc'd of sin, I cry, No good thing dwelleth ;

In thy death, Saviour, let me die: But with ne'er-failing skill

O may the world, may self and pride Our wounds he healeth :

In me henceforth be crucified. T!1s spirit, body, soul,

3. Take full possession of my heart, Tho' poor and needy,

To me thy lowly mind impart;

see,

Break nature's bonds, and let me. While I own ashamed,

I deserved wrath; He whom thou free'st, indeed is free. I rejoice, reclaimed 1. My heart in thee and in thy ways

From sin's power, by faith. Delights, yet from thy presence 3. Jesus, when thy blessings strays;

Fill my needy heart,
O keer, I pray, my wavering mind Fear and anxious doubtings
Stay'd upon thee, to thee resign’d.

Then from me depart;

I in thy atonement 6. I know that nought in me avails,

My election trace, Here all my strength and wisdom And rejoice, astonish'd fails;

At my lot of grace. Who bids a sinful heart be clean ?

4. Witness true and faithful, Thou only, Saviour of lost men.

Christ, the Church's Head,
6. Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee, All is Yea and Amen
Till in thy light the light I see: Thou hast promised:
Till thou in my behalf appear, As I am, so take me
To banish every doubt and fear.

With my worst and best; 7. All my own schemes, each fond Ever thine preserve me design,

Till with thee I rest. I to thy better will resign;

5. While we thy past dealings Impress this deeply on my breast,

Gratefully review, That I in thee am truly blest.

We're assur'd, thy mercies 8. Then ev’n in storms I thee shall Are each morning new; know,

And that thou wilt freely My sure support and refuge too; Give thy promis'd grace, In every trial I shall prove,

And amidst our weakness
Assuredly, that God is love.

Form us to thy praise.
C. F. Richter.

Zinzendort

438.*

T. 141.

T. 141.

I AM a poor sinner,

This I surely know; And if my dear Saviour

Did not love me so, As ne'er to forsake me,

Wortbless tho' I be, He ere now his mercy

Had withdrawn from me. 2. Grace and a sensation

Of my sinfulness, Keep on each occasion

In me equal pace :

439.*
JESUS' love unbounded

None can e'er explain ;
Yet, alas, how often

Do we cause him pain :
Even those still grieve him

Who enjoy his grace,
And, to him devoted,

Should show forth his praise. 2. Lord, thy body's Saviour,

Comfort us anew;
Ah, regard our weeping;

Tby compassion show:

Pardon our transgressions,

441.*

T. 16. Hear our fervent cry, And our souls and bodies

O WHAT would be my condition, Heal and sanctify.

Did not Jesus stand my friend !

But his faithful love and mercy 3. All our days, O Jesus,

Keep me from all danger screen'd. Hallow unto thee; May our conversation

2. Doth howe'er in my frail nature To thy honour be:

Something stir that is not good, Let us all experience,

And might to my soul prove hurtful, To the end of days,

Straight I turn to Jesus' blood ;Thy reviving presence

3. Straight to Jesus' wounds and 'Midst thy chosen race.

bruises,
Zinzendorf. With believing confidence:

Thus I always can find shelter
440.*

T. 30. From sin's baneful influence. O MY God, I come oppress'd with 4. Lamb of God, display the virtue sadness,

(gladness, Of thy sanctifying blood; Fill my troubled soul with joy and Overstream with life and blessing In thy salvation; (lation. Us poor sinners 'fore thee bow'd; No where else I find true conso- 5. Sinners, in ourselves unworthy 2. Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, of the smallest crumb of grace, But his warnings I have oft neg

But who dare of boundless mercy Most gracious Saviour, (lected; Boast, to our Redeemer's praise. Pardon and restore me to thy favour.

442.*

T. 244. 3. I confess, O Lord, with deep con- WHEN I am conscious truly trition,

(tion;

Of my great sinfulness,
My unfaithfulness, hear my peti- And that so very slowly
Comfort and bless me, (refresh me. Towards the mark I press;
With thy gracious presence now Nought then can comfort me,
4. O baptize me with thy fire and And that he bore with patience

But Jesus' mercy free,
Spirit;

(merit Grant me from the fulness of thy

My sins upon the tree.
True heart's compunction, (tion. 2. Yea, when I see in spirit
Primitive love, simplicity, and unc My Saviour shed his blood,

That I might life inherit 5. Give me grace to walk with cir

And everlasting good;
cumspection;

(infection, Then I true happiness
Keep me from the world's and sin's And joy in him possess,
That my behaviour (Saviour. My eyes with tears flow over
May adorn tby doctrine, gracious For heart-felt thankfulness.

L. C. Schlicht.

M. Hehl.

443. T. 119. 3. But thine all-seeing eye then

view'd, AT thy feet, : 11 :

And mark'd my every way, At thy pierced"feet I lie; (trition, Me still in tender love pursued, Saviour, mark my heart's con Who oft from thee did stray. Listen to each broken sigh; Ah, refuse not the petition 4. Yet oh, how faithless is my mind, Of a sinner, conscious he's unclean, How prone to turn aside, Full of sin. : || : And wander in its own deceits

Of reasoning and of pride. 2. Make me clean, : 11 : My whole nature purify;

5. How doth the old corruption Wash me in that precious fountain, strive Which by faith I open'd see,

And fight to reign again; Standing on the blissful mountain, There's surely not a heart like mine, Where thou bear'st my sin, my So wretched, dark, and vain. guilt, and shame,

Slaughter'd Lamb.: 11: 6. Thou Friend of sinners, love me 3. Look on me, : 11 :

The poorest and the worst: (still,

Where sin abounded, well I know, See each painful wound and sore,

Thy grace aboundeth most.
Thou compassionate Physician,
Speak the word, my sickness cure; 7. Yet let me not thy grace abuse,
Wrest me from the sad condition, And sin because thou ’rt good:
Into which transgression brought But let thy love fill me with shame,
my soul;

That I so long withstood.
Make me whole. :

: 11 :

8. On me, my King, exert thy power, 4. Bid me live, : || :

Make old things pass away; Bid a dying sinner live;

Create all new, draw me to thee
Raise, O raise my drooping spirit: Still nearer every day.
Then to thee myself I'll give,
And, until I heaven inherit, 9. Thou know'st which way to
Every moment in thy service spend, rectify

Faithful Friend. : || : Each stubhorn ill within,
J. Hartley. How to subdue my every thought,

And conquer all that's sin.
444.

10. Chastise me when I do amiss; O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord, O might no thought arise

How wondrous is thy love, Which is displeasing unto thee: Tby patience, pity, tenderness, Of grace send fresh supplies. Which I each moment prove.

11. Impress thy wounds upon my 2. I once was wholly dead in sin,

And all thy bitter pain; (heart, And ignorant of thee,

Abide in me for evermore, And liv'd contentedly therein,

And constant victory gain. Nor knew thy love to me.

M. Taylor.

T. 14.

445. T. 151. I hate the sins that made thee

mourn, COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me With cords of love to thee,

And drove thee from my breast. And evermore remind me

5. The dearest idol I have known, That thou hast died for me:

Whate'er that idol be, O may thy Holy Spirit

Help me to tear it from thy throne, Set this before mine eyes,

And worship only thee. That I thy death and merit 6. So shall my walk be close with Above all else may prize.

Calm and serene my frame; (God, 2. Am I of my salvation

So purer light shall mark the road Assured thro’ thy love;

That leads me to the Lamb. May I on each occasion

Cowper. To thee more faithful prove:

447. T. 106 or 90. Hast thou my sins forgiven, Then, leaving things behind,

AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray May I press on to heaven, From thee, how prone to lust and And bear the prize in mind. pride;

Nature oft strives to bear the sway, 3. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me, And turn my heart from thee aside: Tho' I am oft to blame;

Yet such vile, wretched sinners are As thy reward, O take me

The objects of thy love and care. Anew, just as I am: Grant me henceforth, dear Saviour, 2. Forbid, O Lord, each vain desire, While in this vale of tears,

Bind my affections to thy cross; To look to thee, and never

Quench all the sparks of nature's Give way to anxious fears.

fire, Hutton. May I count all for thee but loss :

Lord Jesus, tear each idol down, 446. T. 14. Thy love within my heart enthrone. OH! for a closer walk with God,

3. O Jesus, wipe away my tears, A calm and heavenly frame;

Be unto me a healing balm ; A light to shine upon the road

Warm thou my heart, dispel my That leads me to the Lamb.

fears, 2. Where is the blessedness I knew, Remove the maladies of sin,

And speak the tempest to a calm : When first I saw the Lord ?

And in thy blood ( wash me clean. Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ?

4. I gladly will show forth thy praise, 3. What peaceful hours I once en

If thou wilt gird me with thy joy'd!

power,

And sing the glories of thy grace, How sweet their memory still !

Until my pilgrimage be o’er; But they have left an aching void

With hallow'd fire inspire my The world can never fill.

tongue, 4. Return, O holy Dove, return, And love shall be my endless song. Sweet messenger of rest;

Countess Huntingdon's H.

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