Glad thine attributes confess, 3 Hail, by all thy works adored! Thee with thankful hearts we prove, 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, 5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Take, O take our sins away! LONG. "TIS finish'd: -so the Saviour cried; And meekly bow'd his head, and died! "Tis finish'd:-yes, the race is run,The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, 3 "Tis finish'd:-this my dying groan 4 'Tis finish'd:-Heaven is reconciled, 5 'Tis finish'd:-let the joyful sound Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. REPENTANCE AND FAITH. SHORT. 69. IF Jesus Christ was sent 2 He says he loves to see He loves that sinners such as we TAYLOR. Should mourn for what we 've done. 3 'Tis not enough to say We're sorry and repent; Yet still go on from day to day Just as we always went. 4 Repentance is, to leave The sins we loved before; And show that we in earnest grieve, By doing so no more. 5 Lord, make us thus sincere, 6 And since the Saviour came With holy grief, and humble shame, SEVENS. 70. WESLEY. SAVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race, 2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove; 4 O remember me for good, Passing through the mortal vale ; When my strength and spirit fail; COMMON. 71. WESLEY FOR that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembles at thy word! O for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow; That consciousness of guilt which fears The long-suspended blow! 2 Saviour, to me in pity give The pledge thou wilt at last receive, Wilt from the dreadful day remove, My spirit hide with saints above, THAT I could repent, With all my idols part, And to thy gracious eye present WESLEY A heart with grief oppress'd 2 Jesus on me bestow And melt my hardness down; Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone! COMMON. 73. WESLEY. THAT I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem; Who gave his life that I might live A life conceal'd in him. 2 O that I could the blessing prove, 3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace, 4 In answer to ten thousand prayers, Thou pardoning God, descend; |