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6. If but his arm support us still, |(514.)
T. 159. Is but his joy our strength, We shall ascend the rugged hill,
We covenant with hand and heart, And conquerors prove at length.
To follow Christ, our Lord ;
With world, and sin, and self to part, (510.)
And to obey his word : BLESSED Jesus, :Il: all our hearts To love each other heartily, incline
(steps shine; In truth and in sincerity, Thee to follow :||: where thy foot-|And under cross, reproach and At all times and everywhere
shame, May our words and actions bear To glorify his name. A resemblance, :11: gracious Lord, to thine.
(515.) 435. T. 155.
v. Pfeil. (513.) 433.* T. 164. AMEN, Ruler of thy Church, HOW great at last my joy will be, Grant, we pray, this our petition : If I have faithful proved
In thy ways
Cross and shame shall not offend us; Who follow Christ are truly blest, Thee we boldly will confess. For they with him shall ever rest.
z. v. Bonnin.
XXV. SELF-KNOWLEDGE, AND SIGHING FOR GRACE, (516.) 436. T. 37. Can to rejoice in him THEY that are whole need not
Be ever ready. The good Physician ;
|(518.) 437.* But they who know and feel Their lost condition,
MY soul before thee prostrate lies, Bewail their wretched state, To thee, its source, my spirit flies; To Christ appealing,
O turn to me thy cheering face ; Experience of his stripes I'm poor, enrich me with thy grace. The virtue healing.
2. Deeply convinc'd of sin, I cry, 2. We know, that in our flesh
In thy death, Saviour, let me die: No good thing dwelleth ; But with ne'er-failing skill
O may the world, may self and pride
In me henceforth be crucified.
3. Take full possession of my heart, and needy,
To me thy lowly mind impart;
Break nature's bonds, and let me While I own ashamed, see,
I deserved wrath ; 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,
My election trace,
And rejoice, astonish'd Who bids a sinful heart be clean ?
At my lot of grace. Thou only, Saviour of lost men. 4. Witness true and faithful, 6. Still will I wait, 0. Lord, on thee,
Christ, the Church's Head,
All is Yea and Amen
Thou hast promised:
As I am, so take me To banish every doubt and fear. 7. All my own schemes, each fond Ever thine preserve me
With my worst and best; design,
Till with thee I rest. I to thy better will resign; Impress this deeply on my breast, 5. While we thy past dealings That I in thee am truly blest. Gratefully review,
We're assur'd, thy mercies 8. Then ev'n in storms I thee shall
Are each morning new; know,
And that thou wilt freely My sure support and refuge too;
Give thy promis'd grace, In every trial I shall prove,
And amidst our weakness
Form us to thy praise.
Zinzendorf. (520.) 438.*
(521.) 439.* I AM a poor sinner,
JESUS' love unbounded
None can e'er explain ;
Yet, alas, how often
Do we cause him pain : As ne'er to forsake me,
Even those still grieve him, Worthless tho' I be,
Who enjoy his grace, He ere now his mercy
And, to him devoted, Had withdrawn from me.
Should show forth his praise. 2. Grace and a sensation
2. Lord, thy body's Saviour, Of my sinfulness,
Comfort us anew; Keep on each occasion
Ah, regard our weeping; In me equal påce :
Thy compassion show:
T. 141. poor
Pardon our transgressions, 1(523.) 441.*
T. 16, Hear our fervent cry, And our souls and bodies
O WHAT would be my condition, Heal and sanctify.,
Did not Jesus stand my friend !
But his faithful love and mercy 3. All our days, O Jesus, Keep me from all danger screen'd.
Hallow unto thee; May our conversation
2. Doth howe'er in my frail nature To thy honour be:
Something stir that is not good, Let us all experience,
And might to my soul prove hurtful, To the end of days,
Straight I turn to Jesus' blood ;Thy reviving presence
3. Straight to Jesus' wounds and 'Midst thy chosen race.
Thus I always can find shelter (522.) 440.* 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;
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.) 442.* T. B. p. 114. 3. I confess, O Lord, with deep con- WHEN I am conscious truly trition,
Of my great sinfulness,
(merit And that he bore with patience
My Saviour shed his blood, 5. Give me grace to walk with cir- That I might life inherit cumspection; (infection,
And everlasting good;
T. 119.13. But thine all-seeing eye then AT thy feet, :11:
view'd, At thy pierced feet I lie; (trition,
And mark'd my every way, Saviour, mark my heart's con
Me still in tender love pursu'd, Listen to each broken sigh;
Who oft from thee did stray. Ah, refuse not the petition 4. Yet oh, how faithless is my mind, Of a sinner, conscious he's unclean, How prone to turn aside,
Full of sin. :||: And wander in its own deceits 2. Make me clean, :||:
Of reasoning and of pride. My whole nature purify ; 5. How doth the old corruption Wash me in that precious fountain, strive Which by faith I open'd see, And fight to reign again ; Standing on the blissful mountain, There's surely not a heart like mine, Where thou bear'st my sin, .my So wretched, dark, and vain. guilt, and shame,
Slaughter'd Lamb. :11: 6. Thou Friend of sinners, love me 3. Look on me, :ll:
The poorest and the worst : (still,
Where sin abounded, well I know, See each painful wound and sore,
Thy grace aboundeth most.
That I so long withstood.
8. On me, my King, exert thy power, 4. Bid me live, : /1:
Make old things pass away; Bid a dying sinner live ;
Create all new, draw me to thee Raise, O raise my drooping spirit:
Still nearer every day.
Each stubborn ill within,
And conquer all that's sin. (528.)
10. Chastise me when I do amiss; O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord,
O might no thought arise How wondrous is thy love,
Which is displeasing unto thee : Thy patience, pity, tenderness,
Of grace send fresh supplies. Which I each moment prove.
11. Impress thy wounds upon my %. I once was wholly dead in sin,
And all thy bitter pain ; (heart, And ignorant of thee,
Abide in me for evermore, And liv'd contentedly therein, And constant victory gain. Nor knew thy love to me.
(530.) 445. T. 151. I hate the sins that made thee COME, faithful Shepherd, bind me
mourn, With cords of love to thee,
And drove thee from my breast. And evermore remind me
5. The dearest idol I have known, That thou hast died for me :
Whate'er that idol be, O may thy Holy Spirit
Help me to tear it from thy throne, Set this before mine eyes,
And worship only thee. That I thy death and merit 6. So shall my walk be close with Above all else may prize.
Calm and serene my frame;(God, 2. Am I of my salvation
So purer light shall mark the road Assured thro' thy love;
That leads me to the Lamb. May I on each occasion
Cowper. To thee more faithful prove :
T. 106 or 90. Hast thou my sins forgiven, AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray
Then, leaving things behind, From thee, how prone to lust and May I press on to heaven,
pride; And bear the prize in mind. Nature oft strives to hear the sway, 3. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me,
And turn my heart from thee aside : Tho? I am oft to blame;
Yet such vile, wretched sinners are As thy reward, O take me
The objects of thy love and care. Anew, just as I am:
2. Forbid, O Lord, each vain desire, Grant me henceforth, dear Saviour, Bind my affections to thy cross;
While in this vale of tears, Quench all the sparks of nature's To look to thee, and never
fire, Give way to anxious fears. May I count all for thee but loss :
Ilutton. Lord Jesus, tear each idol down, 446. T. 14. Thy love within my heart enthrone. OH! for a closer walk with God, 3. O Jesus, wipe away my tears, A calm and heavenly frame;
Be unto me a healing balm ; A light to shine upon the road
Warm thou my heart, dispel my That leads me to the Lamb.
fears, 2. Where is the blessedness I knew, Remove the maladies of sin,
And speak the tempest to a calm : When first I saw the Lord ?
And in thy blood O wash me clean. Where is the soul-refreshing view
4. I gladly will show forth thy praise, Of Jesus and his word ?
If thou wilt gird me with thy 3. What peaceful hours I once en
And sing the glories of thy grace, How sweet their memory still! Until my pilgrimage be o'er; But they have left an aching void With hallow'd fire inspire my The world can never fill.
tongue, 4. Return, O holy Dove, return, And love shall be my endless song.
Countess Huntingdon's H. Sweet messenger of rest;