That made thy soul a sacrifice,
And quench'd in death those flaming eyes,
And bow'd that sacred head.
4 The veil of unbelief remove,
And by thy manifested love,
And by thy sprinkled blood,
Destroy the love of sin in me,
And get thyself the victory,
And bring me back to God.
5 Now let thy dying love constrain
My soul to love its God again,
Its God to glorify!
And, lo! I come thy cross to share,
Echo thy sacrificial prayer,
And with my Saviour dic!
Broadmead-p. 115.] HYMN 184. 6 lines 8s
NHOU God unsearchable, unknown, Who still conceal'st thyself from me; Hear an apostate spirit groan,
Broke off, and banish'd far from thee;
But, conscious of my fall, I mourn,
And fain I would to thee return.
2 Send forth one ray of heavenly light,
Of Gospel hope, of humble fear,
To guide me through the gulf of night,
My poor desponding soul to cheer,
Till thou my unbelief remove,
And show me all thy glorious love.
3 A hidden God indeed thou art;
Thy absence I this moment feel:
Yet must I own it from my heart,
Conceal'd, thou art a Saviour still:
And though thy face I cannot see,
I know thine eye is fix'd on me,
4 My Saviour thou, though not reveal'd,
Yet will I thee my Saviour call:
Adoro thy hand, froin sin withheld;
Thy hand shall save me from my fall:
Now, Lord, throughout my darkness shine,
And show thyself for ever mine.
New Sabbath-p. 78.] HYMN 185. L. M.
JESUS, whose glory's streaming rays,
Though duteous to thy high command!
Not seraphs view with open face,
But veil'd before thy presence stand!
2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down
With sin, and dim with error's night,
Dare to behold thy awful throne,
Or view thy unapproach'd light?
3 Restore my sight! let thy free grace
An entrance to the holiest give!
Open mine eyes of faith! thy face
So shall I sce: yet seeing live.
4 The golden sceptre from above
Reach forth; see my whole heart I bow: Say to my soul, "Thou art my love, My chosen 'midst ten thousand thou!" 5 O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs Of a sick heart with pity view! Hark, how my silence speaks-and cries, "Mercy, thou God of mercy, show!"
6 I know thou canst not but be good;
How shouldst thou, Lord, thy grace restrain,
Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely flow'd,
To save me from all guilt and pain?
7 By faith I to the fountain fly,
Open'd for all mankind and me,
To purge my sins of deepest dye,
My life and heart's impurity:
8 From Christ, the smitten Rock, it flows, The purple and the crystal stream; Pardon and holiness bestows,
And both I gain through faith in him.
THE GOODNESS OF GOD IN REDEMPTION.
Irene-p. 200.] HYMN 186. 2 6s & 4 7s.
AVIOUR, the world's and mine,
Was ever grief like thine?
Thou my pain, my curse, hast took,
All my sins were laid on thee:
Help me, Lord, to thee I look;
Draw me, Saviour, after thee.
2 "Tis done! my Lord hath died;
My Love is crucify'd;
Break this stony heart of mine;
Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood;
Feel, my soul, the pangs divine;
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood!
3 When, O my God, shall I
For thee submit to die?
How the mighty debt repay?
Rival of thy passion prove;
Lead me in thyself, the way,
Melt my hardness into love,
4 To love is all my wish,
I only live for this;
Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire,
There by faith, for ever dwell:
This I always will require,
Thee, and only thee to feel.
5 Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fix'd in love;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,
What the depth of love like thine.
6 Ah! give me this to know,
With all thy saints below;
Swells my soul to compass thee:
Gasps in thee to live and move;
Fill'd with all the Deity,
All immers'd and lost in love!
Tunbridge-p. 113.] HYMN 187. 6 lines 8s. LOVE divine, what hast thou done!
The Father's co-eternal Son,
Bore all my sins upon the tree!
The immortal God for me hath died:
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.
2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood apply'd:
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.
3 Is crucify'd for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye are all bought with Jesus' blood;
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream:
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.
Salem-p. 8.] HYMN 188. C. M.
the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for thee!
2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend! The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid!
"Receive my soul!" he cries:
See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head, and dies!
4 But soon he 'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!
Burslem-p. 56.1 HYMN 189. M. M.
F him who did salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he 'l forgive.
2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given!
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.
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