Thee to follow :: where thy foot- And under cross, reproach and

XXV. SELF-KNOWLEDGE, AND SIGHING FOR GRACE.

Break nature's bonds, and let me While I own ashamed,
I deserved wrath;

see,

He whom thou free'st, indeed is free. I rejoice, reclaimed

4. My heart in thee and in thy ways
From sin's power, by faith.
Delights, yet from thy presence 3. Jesus, when thy blessings
strays;
Fill my needy heart,
O keep, I pray, my wavering mind Fear and anxious doubtings
Stay'd upon thee, to thee resign'd. Then from me depart;
5. I know that nought in me avails, I, in thy atonement,
Here all my strength and wisdom
fails;

Who bids a sinful heart be clean?
Thou only, Saviour of lost men.
6. Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee,
Till in thy light the light I see;
Till thou in my behalf appear,
To banish every doubt and fear.
7. All my own schemes, each fond
design,

I to thy better will resign;
Impress this deeply on my breast,
That I in thee am truly blest.

8. Then ev'n in storms I thee shall
know,
My sure support and refuge too;
In every trial I shall prove,
Assuredly, that God is love.

My election trace,
And rejoice, astonish'd
At my lot of grace.

4. Witness true and faithful,
All is Yea and Amen
Christ, the Church's Head,

Thou hast promised:
As I am, so take me

Ever thine preserve me
With my worst and best;
Till with thee I rest.

5. While we thy past dealings
Gratefully review,

We're assur'd, thy mercies

Are each morning new;
And that thou wilt freely
Give thy promis'd grace,
And amidst our weakness
Form us to thy praise.

T. 141. (521.)

Did not love me so,
As ne'er to forsake me,
Worthless tho' I be,
He ere now his mercy
Had withdrawn from me.

2. Grace and a sensation
Of my sinfulness,
Keep on each occasion
In me equal pace:

Zinzendorf.

439.* T. 141.

JESUS' love unbounded
None can e'er explain;
Yet, alas, how often

Do we cause him pain:
Even those still grieve him,
Who enjoy his grace,
And, to him devoted,

Should show forth his praise.
2. Lord, thy body's Saviour,
Comfort us anew;
Ah, regard our weeping;
Thy compassion show:

Pardon our transgressions,

Hear our fervent cry,
And our souls and bodies
Heal and sanctify.

3. All our days, O Jesus,
Hallow unto thee;
May our conversation
To thy honour be:
Let us all experience,

To the end of days,

Thy reviving presence
'Midst thy chosen race.

(522.)

440.*

441.*

T. 16.

1(523.)
O WHAT would be my condition,
Did not Jesus stand my friend!
But his faithful love and mercy
Keep me from all danger screen'd.
2. Doth howe'er in my frail nature
Something stir that is not good,
And might to my soul prove hurtful,
Straight I turn to Jesus' blood;-

3. Straight to Jesus' wounds and
bruises,

Zinzendorf. With believing confidence:
Thus I always can find shelter
T. 30. From sin's baneful influence.

O MY God, I come oppress'd with 4. Lamb of God, display the virtue
sadness,
(gladness, Of thy sanctifying blood;
Fill my troubled soul with joy and Overstream with life and blessing
In thy salvation;
(lation. Us poor sinners 'fore thee bow'd;
No where else I find true conso-
5. Sinners, in ourselves unworthy
2. Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, Of the smallest crumb of grace,
But his warnings I have oft neg- But who dare of boundless mercy
Most gracious Saviour, (lected; Boast, to our Redeemer's praise.
Pardon and restore me to thy

favour.

(525.)

M. Hehl.

442.* T. B. p. 114. 3. I confess, O Lord, with deep con- WHEN I am conscious truly (tion; Of my great sinfulness, And that so very slowly

trition,

My unfaithfulness, hear my peti-
Comfort and bless me, (refresh me.
With thy gracious presence now

Towards the mark I press;
Nought then can comfort me,

4. O baptize me with thy fire and But Jesus' mercy free,
Spirit;

(merit And that he bore with patience Grant me from the fulness of thy My sins upon the tree. True heart's compunction, (tion. 2. Yea, when I see in spirit Primitive love, simplicity, and unc- My Saviour shed his blood, 5. Give me grace to walk with cir- That I might life inherit

cumspection; (infection, And everlasting good;
Keep me from the world's and sin's Then I true happiness
That my behaviour
And joy in him possess,
May adorn thy doctrine, gracious My eyes with tears flow over
L. C. Schlicht. For heart-felt thankfulness.

(Saviour.

Z

T. 119. 3. But thine all-seeing eye then view'd,

(trition,
con-

(527.) 443.
AT thy feet, :||:
At thy pierced feet I lie;
Saviour, mark my heart's
Listen to each broken sigh;
Ah, refuse not the petition
Of a sinner, conscious he's unclean,
Full of sin. ::

2. Make me clean, :||:
My whole nature purify;
Wash me in that precious fountain,
Which by faith I open'd see,
Standing on the blissful mountain,
Where thou bear'st my sin, .my
guilt, and shame,

Slaughter'd Lamb. ::

3. Look on me, :||:
See each painful wound and sore,
Thou compassionate Physician,
Speak the word, my sickness cure;
Wrest me from the sad condition,
Into which transgression brought
my soul;

Make me whole. :||:

4. Bid me live, :||:
Bid a dying sinner live;
Raise, O raise my drooping spirit:
Then to thee myself I'll give,
And, until I heaven inherit,
Every moment in thy service spend,
Faithful Friend. :||:|
J. Hartley.

T. 14.
O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord,
How wondrous is thy love,
Thy patience, pity, tenderness,

Which I each moment prove.

2. I once was wholly dead in sin,
And ignorant of thee,
And liv'd contentedly therein,
Nor knew thy love to me.

And mark'd my every way,
Me still in tender love pursu'd,
Who oft from thee did stray.

4. Yet oh, how faithless is my mind,
How prone to turn aside,
And wander in its own deceits
Of reasoning and of pride.
5. How doth the old corruption
strive

And fight to reign again;
There's surely not a heart like mine,
So wretched, dark, and vain.

6. Thou Friend of sinners, love me

The poorest and the worst: (still, Where sin abounded, well I know,

Thy grace aboundeth most.

7. Yet let me not thy grace abuse,

And sin because thou'rt good:
But let thy love fill me with shame,
That I so long withstood.

8. On me, my King, exert thy power,
Make old things pass away;
Create all new, draw me to thee
Still nearer every day.

9. Thou know'st which way to
rectify

Each stubborn ill within,
How to subdue my every thought,
And conquer all that's sin.
10. Chastise me when I do amiss;
O might no thought arise
Which is displeasing unto thee:

Of grace send fresh supplies.
11. Impress thy wounds upon my
And all thy bitter pain; (heart,
Abide in me for evermore,

And constant victory gain.

M. Taylor.

445.

T. 151.I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

(530.)
COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me
With cords of love to thee,
And evermore remind me
That thou hast died for me:
O may thy Holy Spirit

Set this before mine eyes,
That I thy death and merit
Above all else may prize.
2. Am I of my salvation
Assured thro' thy love;
May I on each occasion

To thee more faithful prove :
Hast thou my sins forgiven,
Then, leaving things behind,
May I press on to heaven,

And bear the prize in mind.
3. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me,
Tho' I am oft to blame;
As thy reward, O take me

Anew, just as I am :
Grant me henceforth, dear Saviour,
While in this vale of tears,
To look to thee, and never
Give way to anxious fears.

446.

May I count all for thee but loss: Hutton. Lord Jesus, tear each idol down, T. 14. Thy love within my heart enthrone. OH! for a closer walk with God, 3. O Jesus, wipe away my tears, Be unto me a healing balm; Warm thou my heart, dispel my fears,

A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

2. Where is the blessedness I knew,

When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?

3. What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!

How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void

The world can never fill. 4. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest;

Remove the maladies of sin,
And speak the tempest to a calm:

And in thy blood O wash me clean.
4. I gladly will show forth thy praise,
If thou wilt gird me with thy

power,

And sing the glories of thy grace,
Until my pilgrimage be o'er;
With hallow'd fire inspire my

tongue,

And love shall be my endless song.
Countess IIuntingdon's H.