XXV. SELF-KNOWLEDGE, AND SIGHING FOR GRACE. THEY that are whole need not The good Physician; Their lost condition, To Christ appealing, Experience of his stripes The virtue healing. 2. We know, that in our flesh No good thing dwelleth; But with ne'er-failing skill Our wounds he healeth: Ts spirit, body, soul, Tho' poor and needy, Break nature's bonds, and let me | While I own ashamed, see, He whom thou free'st, indeed is free. 1. My heart in thee and in thy ways Delights, yet from thy presence strays; O keep, I pray, my wavering mind Stay'd upon thee, to thee resign'd. 5. I know that nought in me avails, Here all my strength and wisdom fails; Who bids a sinful heart be clean? Thou only, Saviour of lost men. 6. Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee, Till in thy light the light I see; Till thou in my behalf appear, To banish every doubt and fear. 7. All my own schemes, each fond design, I to thy better will resign; Impress this deeply on my breast, That I in thee am truly blest. 8. Then ev'n in storms I thee shall know, My sure support and refuge too; In every trial I shall prove, Assuredly, that God is love. C. F. Richter. I deserved wrath; I rejoice, reclaimed From sin's power, by faith. 3. Jesus, when thy blessings Fill my needy heart, Fear and anxious doubtings Then from me depart; I in thy atonement My election trace, And rejoice, astonish'd At my lot of grace. 4. Witness true and faithful, Christ, the Church's Head, All is Yea and Amen Thou hast promised: Till with thee I rest. 5. While we thy past dealings Gratefully review, We 're assur'd, thy mercies Are each morning new; And that thou wilt freely Give thy promis'd grace, And amidst our weakness Form us to thy praise.. 439.* JESUS' love unbounded None can e'er explain; Yet, alas, how often Zinzendorf. Do we cause him pain: Even those still grieve him Who enjoy his grace, And, to him devoted, T. 141. Should show forth his praise. 2. Lord, thy body's Saviour, Comfort us anew; Ah, regard our weeping; Pardon our transgressions, 3. All our days, O Jesus, To the end of days, Thy reviving presence 'Midst thy chosen race. Zinzendorf. 440.*. T. 30. O MY God, I come oppress'd with O WHAT would be my condition, 4. Lamb of God, display the virtue No where else I find true conso- 5. Sinners, in ourselves unworthy 2. Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, favour. 3. I confess, O Lord, with deep con- 4. O baptize me with thy fire and 5. Give me grace to walk with cir- L. C. Schlicht. Of the smallest crumb of grace, WHEN I am conscious truly Towards the mark I press; My Saviour shed his blood, And everlasting good; 443. AT thy feet,|| : T. 119.3. But thine all-seeing eye then view'd, At thy pierced feet I lie; (trition, 2. Make me clean, :||: Slaughter'd Lamb. : And mark'd my every way, 4. Yet oh, how faithless is my mind, 5. How doth the old corruption strive And fight to reign again; There's surely not a heart like mine, So wretched, dark, and vain. 6. Thou Friend of sinners, love me The poorest and the worst: (still, Where sin abounded, well I know, Thy grace aboundeth most. 7. Yet let me not thy grace abuse, And sin because thou 'rt good: But let thy love fill me with shame, That I so long withstood. 8. On me, my King, exert thy power, Make old things pass away; Create all new, draw me to thee Still nearer every day. COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me That thou hast died for me: Set this before mine eyes, That I thy death and merit Above all else may prize. 2. Am I of my salvation Assured thro' thy love; May I on each occasion To thee more faithful prove: Hast thou my sins forgiven, Then, leaving things behind, And bear the prize in mind. Anew, just as I am : While in this vale of tears, 446. Hutton. T. 14. OH! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb. 2. Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? 3. What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. 4. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5. The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6. So shall my walk be close with Cowper. 447. T. 106 or 90. AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray And turn my heart from thee aside: May I count all for thee but loss: And speak the tempest to a calm: power, And sing the glories of thy grace, And love shall be my endless song. |