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 thy eye pursued
The first apostate man ;
Saw him welt'ring in his blood,
And bid 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.
Hymn 15. P. M.
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;
Let them triumph in his name,
Enjoy their full felicity;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!
3 Blest are they, entirely blest,
Who ean in him rejoice;
Lean on his beloved breast,
And hear the bridegroom's voice;
Meanest foll'wer of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!
4 Jesus, thou for me hast died,
And thou in me shalt live;
I shall feel thy death applied,
I shall thy life receive:
To bring fire on earth thou cam'st,
O that it now may kindled be!
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me!
WITH glorious clouds encompast 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 suff'ring 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?
3 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.
Hymn 17. P. M.
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 bunger after thee!
I hunger now, 1 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,
Dear in my heart thy Spirit's cry,
Mark what my lab'ring soul would say..
Answer the deep unutter'd groan,
And show that thou and I are one.
5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom;
Light in thy light I then shall see;
Say to my soul, "Thy light is come,
"Glory divine is ris'n 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.
Hymn 18. C. M.
JESUS, if still thou art to-day
As yesterday the same,
Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of thy name.
2 If still thou go'st about to do
Thy needy creatures good:
that I thy praise may show, Be all thy wonders show'd.
3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat;
With pitying eyes behold me fall
A leper at thy feet.
4 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhor'd, I sink beneath my sin;
But if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.
5 Thou seest me deaf to thy commande, Open, O Lord, my ear;
Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands,
And lift them up in prayer.
6 Silent, (alas! thou knowest how long) My voice I cannot raise;
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