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451. T. 22.
WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2. Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of thee.
3. O let me then at length be taught, What I am still so slow to learn; That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4. Sweet truth, and easy to repeat: But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5. But Oh! my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still. 6. Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine : Thou, therefore, all the praise receive; (mine. shame and self-abhorrence Cowper.
To save my soul, and make me meet Once of thy glory to partake: O might I oft in spirit see How thou wast crucified for me. 3. But, gracious Lord, when I reflect (thee; How oft I’ve turn'd my eyes from How treated thee with cold neglect, And listen’d to the enemy; And yet to find thee still the same, This fills my soul with humble shame. 4. Astonish'd at thy feet I fall, Thy love exceeds my highest thought; Henceforth be thou my All in all, Thou who with blood my soul hast bought; (prove, May I henceforth more faithful And ne'er forget thy dying love.
453. T. 79.
WHEN, having been with guilt oppress'd,
My wandering spirit findeth rest
Still keep my eye on thee intent, Till sight my faith and hope o'er
power. J. Swertner. 454. T. 22. LORD Jesus, my most faithful friend,
Thy aid unto thy child extend In each temptation's trying hour, That sin may not my heart o'erpower. 2. That spark enkindled in my heart Preserve unquench'd, tho' all the art Of Satan and the world be tried To draw me from thy faithful side. 3. O let thy Spirit stay with me, To groan and speak my wants to thee; Still let him show my every need, And that in thee I’m help'd indeed. 4. Thy faithfulness I oft have prov’d In countless trials quite unmov’d : Thy grace alone can me preserve, When my frail heart from thee would swerve. Z. (?)
455. T. 14.
GRACIOUS Redeemer, Lamb of I thirst alone for thee; (God, I long to enjoy thy saving grace, And taste thy mercy free. 2. For mercy, mercy, Lord, I ask; This is the total sum : Mercy, good Lord, is all my suit; 0 let thy mercy come. 3. Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know each thought: On me look down in mercy, Lord, Whom thou with blood hast bought.
Assures me, that thy mercy free
458. T. 159.
MY case to thee is fully known,
E. D. Rose. 459. T. 159.
HOW needful, strictly to inquire,
2. The Spirit's witness, full and Will state the real case, (clear, And either draw a contrite tear, Or thanks unfeigned raise: Hence will the consequence ensue, That the full purpose we renew, To run in faith the appointed race, Supported by his grace.
460. T. 11.
THEY who know our Lord indeed, Find in him a friend in need,
And behold in Jesus' face
2. They can cast by faith their care On that Lord who heareth prayer; And when they to him draw nigh, He doth all their wants supply.
3. They who him their Saviour
5. Wonders without end we see, Countless mercies great and free: Lord, accept our thanks and praise For thy goodness, truth, and grace.
461. T. 14.
WITHOUT a consciousness within Of poverty and need,
An humbling sense of guilt and sin, We are not poor indeed.
2. But all who know themselves aright, Are ready to confess, Instructed by the Spirit's light, Their utter helplessness.
3. How greatly he forgiveness wants, The contrite sinner knows; With inward spirit's ardour pants In Christ to find repose.
4. Who is so full of tenderness And patience, as thou, Lord?
But I must own with shame, alas ! I oft transgress thy word.
5. Oh, from my heart, God Holy
Ghost, This suit I make to thee:
Lord, may we be faithful
May none amongst us from our None e'er to Christ for refuge fled
Be tempted to depart: Our human frailty need not lead Our souls from him astray:
(Lord | But was by him made whole.
For he the needful strength imparts THOUGH by nature I’m defiled,
To walk the narrow way.
Jesus' blood hath made me clean;