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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.
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 thy ways
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.
XXV. SELF-KNOWLEDGE, AND SIGHING FOR GRACE.
436. T. 37. Can to rejoice in him THEY that are whole need not
Be ever ready.
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;
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,
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,
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
Form us to thy praise.
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 :
None can e'er explain ;
Do we cause him pain :
Who enjoy his grace,
Should show forth his praise. 2. Lord, thy body's Saviour,
Comfort us anew;
Tby compassion show:
Pardon our transgressions,
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.
Thus I always can find shelter
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.
T. 244. 3. I confess, O Lord, with deep con- WHEN I am conscious truly trition,
Of my great sinfulness,
But Jesus' mercy free,
(merit Grant me from the fulness of thy
My sins upon the tree.
That I might life inherit 5. Give me grace to walk with cir
And everlasting good;
(infection, Then I true happiness
L. C. Schlicht.
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.
That I so long withstood.
: 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
Faithful Friend. : || : Each stubhorn ill within,
And conquer all that's sin.
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.
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!
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.