Let me be by grace restor❜d:
On me be all long suff'ring shown.
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone. 2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart,
Give ine, through thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy grief unknown
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 For thine own compassion's sake
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow:
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,
If I now myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone..
4 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die!
Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye::
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd
The first apostate man;
Saw him welt'ring in his blood,
And bade him rise again:
Speak my paradise restor❜d,
Redeem me by thy grace alone:
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
6 Look, as when thy languid eye
Was clos'd that we might live;
"Father," (at the point to die
My Saviour gasp'd,) "forgive."
Surely with that dying word,
He turns, and looks, and cries, ""Tis done!" O my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou break'st my heart of stone.
Clarks-p. 183.1 HYMN 31. 7s, 6s, & 18. ET the world their virtue boast,
Their works of righteousness!
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely sav'd by grace;
Other title I disclaim;
This, only this, is all my plea:
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
2 Happy they whose joys abound,
Like Jordan's swelling stream;
Who their heaven in Christ have found,
And give the praise to him;
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
3 I, like Gideon's fleece, am found,
Únwater'd still, and dry;
While the dew on all around,
Falls plenteous from the sky;
Yet my Lord I cannot blame,
The Saviour's grace for all is free;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
4 Surely he will lift me up,
For I of him have need;
I cannot give up my hope,
Though I am cold and dead
To bring fire on earth he came;
O that it now might kindled be!
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
5 Jesus, thou for me hast died,
And thou in me wilt live;
I shall feel thy death apply'd;
I shall thy life receive:
Yet when melted in the fiame
Of love, this shall be all my plea,
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
China-p. 6.] HYMN 32. C. M.
WITH glorious clouds encompass'd round
Whom angels dimly see;
Will the unsearchable be found,
Or God appear to me?
2 Will he forsake his throne above,
Himself to worms impart?
Answer, thou Man of grief and love,
And speak it to my heart.
3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design;
What meant the suffering Son of Man,
The streaming blood divine?
4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,
That I might now perceive thee near,
And my Redeemer know?
Come then, and to my soul reveal
The heights and depths of grace,
The wounds which all my sorrows heal,
That dear disfigur'd face.
6 Before my eyes of faith confess'd,
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb;
And wrap me in thy crimson vest,
And tell me all thy name.
7 JEHOVAH in thy person show,
JEHOVAH crucified!
And then the pard'ning God I know,
And feel the blood applied.
8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
Whom angels dimly see;
And gaze, transported at the sight,
To all eternity.
Plymouth Dock--p. 109.] HYMN 33. 6 lines 88.
ESUS, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure,
Set up thy kingdom in my heart,
And make me rich, for I am poor;
To me be all thy treasures given,
The kingdom of an inward heaven.
2 Thou hast pronounc'd the mourner blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn;
I cannot, no, I will not rest,
Till thou my only rest return;
Till thou the Prince of peace appear,
And I receive the Comforter.
3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd
On all that hurger after thee?
I hunger now, I thirst for God;
See the poor fainting sinner, see;
And satisfy with endless peace,
And fill me with thy righteousness
4 Ah! Lord, if thou art in that sigh,
Then hear thyself within me pray,
Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry,
Mark what my lab'ring sou! would say;
Answer the deep unutter'd groan,
And show that thou and I are one.
5 Shine on thy work, disperse the glocm;
Light in thy light I then shall see;
Say to my soul, "Thy light is come,
Glory divine is risen on thee;
Thy warfare's past, thy mourning 's o'er;
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more."
6 Lord, I believe thy promise sure,
And trust thou wilt not long delay;
Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor,
Upon thy word myself I stay;
Into thy hands my all resign,
And wait till all thou art is mine.
Bishop-p. 51.1 HYMN 34. L. M.
WHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw
And bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear?
What shall I bring to gain thy grace? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High? Will multiply'd oblations please? Thousands of rams his favour buy; Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood, Alas! they all must flow in vain. 4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve, Must take the path thyself hast show'd:
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