4 Regard me with a gracious eye;
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.

88 (321)

L. M.

Sterling, 36: T.P. 33. Federal St., 12: T.P. 16.

ESUS, thy far-extended fame

JESUS, thy to hear;

Thy name, thy all-restoring name,
Is music in a sinner's ear.

2 Sinners of old thou didst receive
With comfortable words, and kind;
Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve,
Heal the diseased, and cure the blind.

3 And art thou not the Saviour still,
In every place and age the same?
Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill,
Or lost the virtue of thy name?

4 Faith in thy changeless name I have: The good, the kind Physician, thou Art able now our souls to save,

Art willing to restore them now.

89 (323)

C. M.

Dundee, 66: T.P. 62. Parsons, 83: T.P. 63.

HOW

OW sad our state by nature is;
Our sin, how deep it stains;

And Satan binds our captive souls

Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word:-

Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a faithful Lord.

3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief!

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;

Here let me wash my guilty soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into thine arms I fall;

Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all.

90 (324)

S. M.

Aylesbury, 98: T.P. 117. Boylston, 101: T.P. 105.

Y former hopes are fled;

MY

My terror now begins:

I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly?

I hear the thunder roar :

The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

3 When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom:
But, hark! a friendly whisper says,—
Flee from the wrath to come.

4 With trembling hope, I see

A glimm'ring from afar;

A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.

AWAKENING.

COME

C. M.

91 (328)
Marlow, 76: T.P. 57. Emmons, 68: T.P. 53.
OME, O thou all-victorious Lord,
Thy power to us make known ;
Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break these hearts of stone.
2 O that we all might now begin

Our foolishness to mourn;
And turn at once from every sin,
And to the Saviour turn.

*

3 Give us ourselves and thee to know,
In this our gracious day;
Repentance unto life bestow,
And take our sins away.

4 Convince us first of unbelief,
And freely then release;

Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And then with sacred peace.

92 (333)

4 lines 7s.

Pleyel's Hymn, 147: T.P. 144. Seymour, 148: T.P. 289.

HASTEN, sinner, to be wise!

Stay not for the morrow's sun:

Wisdom if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore!
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o’er
Ere this evening's stage be run.
3 Hasten, sinner, to return!

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn
Ere salvation's work is done.

*Written to be sung to quarry-men.

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest!
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest

Ere the morrow is begun.

93 (334)

C. M.

Mear, 77: T.P. 75. China, 57: T.P. 83.

INNERS, the voice of God regard; 'Tis mercy speaks to-day; He calls you by his sacred word From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;

A thousand stings within your breast
Deprive your souls of ease.

3

Your way
is dark, and leads to hell:
Why will you persevere?

Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?

4 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?

In pain you travel all your days,
To reach eternal woe.

5 But he that turns to God shall live,
Through his abounding grace:

His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those that seek his face.

6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;

Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

94 (335)

S. M.

Boylston, 101: T.P. 105. Haydn, 109: T.P. 287.
WHERE shall rest be found,-
Rest for the weary soul?

"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Thou God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banish'd from thy face,
For evermore undone.

95 (338)

C. M.

Mear, 77: T.P. 75. China, 57: T.P. 83.

VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear;

Repent, thine end is nigh;

Death, at the farthest, can't be far :
O think before thou die.

2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save;
Thy sins, how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dark account?

3 Death enters, and there's no defence;
His time there's none can tell;
He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven, or down to hell.

4 Thy flesh (perhaps thy greatest care) Shall into dust consume;

But, ah! destruction stops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.