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This blood is for thy ransom paid, To tell to all around me,
I die, that thou mayst live.” His wondrous power to save. 7. Thus, while his death my sin 2. A dying, risen Jesus,
In all its blackest hue, (displays Seen by the eye of faith, (Such is the mystery of grace,) At once from anguish frees us, It seals my pardon too.
And saves the soul from death : 8. With pleasing grief and mourn. Come then to this physician, My Spirit now is fill’d, (ful joy,
His help he'll freely give, That I should such a life destroy,' He makes no hard condition, Yet live by him I kill’d.
'T is only-look and live. Newton.
287. NOT all the blood of beasts, O THOU who pardon canst impart, On Jewish altars slain,
Thy pardoning grace I long to feel; Could give the guilty conscience Give life unto my lifeless heart,
Or wash away the stain. (peace, And my diseases kindly heal: 2. Christ, the true paschal Lamb,
Hear, Jesus, hear my feeble moan, Takes all our sins away ;
And me as thine in mercy own. A sacrifice of nobler name, 2. Vain are all other helps beside,
And richer blood than they. Relief from thee alone can fiow; 3. My faith would lay the hand
Other physicians have I tried, On that dear head of thine,
Yet only worse and worse I grow; While like a penitent I stand,
Give me by faith on thee to lean, And there confess my sin.
And say unto me, “Be thou clean.” 4. Lord, I look back to see
T. 151. The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the shameful MY Lord, how great the favour, tree;
That I, a sinner poor, And know my guilt was there. Can, thro' thy blood's sweet savour,
Approach thy mercy-door, 5. Believing, we rejoice,
And find an open passage Our curse he did remove; (voice,
Unto the throne of grace: We bless the Lamb with cheerful
Then wait the welcome message And sing his bleeding love.
That bids me go in peace.
2. In my forlorn condition,
Who else could give me aid ? HOW lost was my condition, Where could I meet compassion, Till Jesus made me whole;
But in the church's Head ?
Thou God, who hearest prayer;
On thee I cast my care.
3. I'll never cease repeating My power the pardon to receive,
My numberless complaints, My faith, is all divine:But ever be entreating
2. A sinner on mere mercy cast, Thee, glorious King of saints, To form me in thine image,
Thy mercy I embrace,
And gladly own, from first to last, And fill my soul with love,
That I am sav'd by grace.
291. 289. T. 22. FATHER, to thy sinful child THE one thing needful, that good By thy pardoning grace I live:
Though thy law is reconcild, part
(heart, Daily still I cry, Forgive. Which Mary chose with all her I would pursue with heart and 2. Though my ransom-price He mind,
paid, And seek unwearied, till I find.
Upon whom my guilt was laid, 2. Hidden in Christ the treasure Humbly at thy mercy-seat, lies,
Full remission I entreat.
(price; That goodly pearl of so great 3. Lord, forgive me, day by day, No other way but Christ there is
Debts I cannot hope to pay,
Duties I have left undone,
4. Trespasses in word or thought, That leads to happiness and God.
Deeds from evil motive wrought,
Cold ingratitude, distrust, 4. My mind enlighten with thy Thoughts unhallow'd or unjust.
light, That I may understand aright 5. Pardon, Lord !--and are there The glorious gospel-mystery,
those Which shows the way to heaven Who my debtors are, or foes, and thee.
I, who by forgiveness live, 5. Jesus Christ, my Lord and Here their trespasses forgive. God,
(blood, Who hast redeem'd me with thy
6. May I feel, beneath my wrongs, By faith unite my heart to thee,
Vengeance to the Lord belongs; That we may never parted be.
Nor a worse requital dare,
Love for hatred to return; THOU, Lord, must for thy sake Then assur'd my heart shall be, forgive,
Thou, my God, hast pardon'd me. It cannot be for mine;
XVII. THE SURRENDER OF THE HEART TO JESUS.
That thou wilt guide me still, UNTO the Lamb of God,
And guard me safe throughout the
That leads to Zion's hill. Who to retrieve my loss
(way Became a man, and died for me
6. Dear Saviour, I resign Upon the accursed cross;
My worthless heart to thee; Unto the Prince of life,.
And, whether cheerful or distress'd, Who felt such racking pain,
Thine, thine alone I'll be: While he the vengeance due to me
My only aim is this, Did willingly sustain:
(O may I it fulfil!)
Thee to exalt with all my strength, 2. To him I wholly give
And do thy holy will. Myself this day anew,
Esther Gruenbeck. As his reward so dearly gain’d, His spoil and purchase due;
293.* That with me he may do What's pleasing in his sight,
O GOD of mercy, grace, and love, And from me take whate'er him Thy yearning bowels thee did move, grieves,
To call me from death's gloomy Whate'er he sees not right.
Into thy own amazing light. 3. How very weak I am, My Saviour well can see,
2. I once was wholly dead in sin, And how exceeding short I fall,
Wholly corrupt and spoild within,
The carnal mind still bore the sway, Of what I ought to be:
And hurried me a slave away.
3. It caused thee pain, O Son of My numberless infirmities
God, O kindly haste to heal.
To see the purchase of thy blood
So deeply sunk in misery; 4. In thy most precious blood,
And ’t was thy aim to set me free. Which from thy open'd veins, To heal my soul, on Calvary flow'd, 4. Thou drewest me with cords of I pray wash out my stains :
(prove; It is thy daily care,
Till thou at last didst conqueror Thy helpless sheep to feed; Till sin's strong power thou hadst To purify their spotted souls,
suppressid, And gently them to lead. And giv’n my weary spirit rest. 5. Me thy all-seeing eye
5. Now thro' thy wounds my soul Hath kept with watchful care; hath found
(ground; Thy great compassion never fail'd, Peace, righteousness, and solid
Thou heard'st my needy prayer: I've now obtained thro' thy grace This makes me firmly trust Among thy ransom'd flock a place.
6. I thee adore, my gracious King, 4. Jesus yields me delectation; And joyful hallelujabs sing; When I'm weak he strengthens me, My eyeswith grateful tears o'erflow, Sweetens all my tribulation, For all the mercies thou dost show. And supports me constantly: 7. Faithful to thee I now engage
His atoning death and passion To be throughout my pilgrimage ; Are the cause of my salvation; Accept my life and soul, my King,
Therefore Christ shall ne'er depart Pledg’d to thy service these I bring.
From my sight and from my heart. 8. Nature's reluctance overrule,
5. Oh, I'm lost in deepest wonder, The worldly, carnal mind control; To think he shall soon appear O may I always have in view
To receive me gladly yonder, Not mine, but thy blest will to do. And wipe off my every tear:
Then my grateful songs and praised 9. Thus by thy power I here shall be Shall resound in heavenly places; Prepar'd for blest eternity, (love, Here by faith to him I'll cleave, Walk with my God, him serve and Jesus will I never leave. Till I shall live with him above. P. H. Molther.
WE pray thee, wounded Lamb of OH, at last I've found my Saviour
God, Who laid down his life for me;
Cleanse us in thy atoning blood; He (O undeserved favour!)
Grant us by faith to view thy cross, Own'd me as his property: Then life or death is gain to us. Conscious of my imperfection, I'll rely on his direction :
2. Take our poor hearts, and let I will nothing know beside
them be Jesus and him crucified.
For ever clos'd to all but thee;
Seal thou our breasts, and let us 2. Others may seek satisfaction In this poor world's vanity; Meanwhile shall my heart's affec
That pledge of love for ever there. On my Saviour fixed be, (tion 3. What are our works but sin and On his meritorious suffering
death, And sin-expiating offering:
Till thou thy quickening Spirit World, for ever be thou gone,
breathe; Leave but Christ and me alone. Until we strength from thee derive,
And in communion with thee live. 3. Jesus cur'd my soul's infection By his soul's dire agony;
4. Ah, Lord, enlarge our scanty From his death and resurrection thought, Life and power redound to me: To know the wonders thou hast By the virtue of his merit
wrought; I shall heavenly joys inherit, Unloose our stammering tongues And e'en here a foretaste have
to tell Of that world beyond the grave. Thy love immense, unsearchable.
5. First-born of many brethren
297.* T. 106, or 90. thou,
(must bow; To thee both earth and heaven O GOD, whose love (immense in Help us to thee our all to give,
height, Thine may we die, thine may we In depth unfathom’d) no live.
Grant unto me thy saving light, 296. T. 79. Inly I sigh for thy repose :
My heart is pain’d, nor can it be DIDST thou, Lord Jesus, me in- At rest, till it find rest in thee. cline,
2. Thy gracious call invites me When I was lost and dead in sin,
still, To hear thy quickening voice? Have I obtained in thy blood (God, Yet I'm unsteady; tho' my will
How light thy burden is, to prove; Redemption, and found
Be fix’d, yet wide my passions rove; And do I in thy name rejoice?
Great hindrances obstruct the way, 2. O yes, I feel I am forgiv'n,
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. A foretaste I enjoy of heaven, 3. Mere mercy 't is, that thou hast Thy Spirit witness bears;
brought By faith thy righteousness is mine, My soul to seek its peace in thee; I'm well assur'd that I am thine, Yet while I seek but find thee not, My soul no condemnation fears.
At rest my spirit cannot be ; 3. Yet 'fore thee, Jesus, I must
Oh, when shall all my wanderings
end, own, I have not this salvation known
And all my wishes to thee tend ! By tracing legal ways; (sin, 4. Is there a thing beneath the sun, Lo, 't was thy power rais'd me from That strives with thee my heart to Thou didst the saving work begin; share? Thine be the glory, thine the praise. Ah, tear it thenge, and be alone 4. May I be faithful to thy call,
The spring of every motion there: Surrender unto thee my all,
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
(thee. Myself to thee resign;
When it hath found repose in When dangers threaten me around, Invincible may I be found, And never from thy will decline.
T. 106, or 90. 5. Me with thy gladdening oil TAKE, Lord, all self from me, anoint;
that I The destin'd path thou dost ap- No more, but Christ in me, may Gladly I then shall tread:
live, Bedew me with a genial shower,
My vile affections crucify, Into my heart thy influence pour,
Let not one darling lust survive And me with heavenly manna feed. O may my heart to thee aspire,
J. Wesley. | And nought on earth but thee desire.