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Only Jesus. THEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be
The fulness of thy promise prove,-
The seal of thine eternal love?
2 A poor blind child I wander here,
If haply I may feel thee near:
O dark! dark! dark! I still must say,
Amidst the blaze of gospel day.
3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
And cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,
Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.
4 When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesus, my soul shall fly to thee:
Jesus, when I have lost my all,
I shall upon thy bosom fall.
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Waiting at the cross.
I dare believe
Thee merciful and true:
Thou wilt my guilty soul forgive,-
My fallen soul renew.
2 Come, then, for Jesus' sake,
And bid my heart be clean;
An end of all my troubles make,—
An end of all my sin.
3 I cannot wash my heart,
But by believing thee,
And waiting for thy blood to' impart
The spotless purity.
4 While at thy cross I lie,
Jesus, the grace bestow;
Now thy all-cleansing blood apply,
And I am white as snow.
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Save, Lord, or I perish.
JESUS, in pity draw near;
Come quickly to help a lost soul;
To comfort a mourner, appear,
And make a poor penitent whole:
The balm of thy mercy apply;
(Thou seest the sore anguish i feel;)
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die;
O save, or I sink into hell.
2 I sink, if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to show:
Come quickly, and kindly display
The power of thy passion below:
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore;
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner-a sinner no more.
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Deprecating the withdrawal of the Spirit.
TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And shaken off my guilty fears;
And vex'd, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years.
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved:
4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To' exclude me from thy people's rest.
Ardent desires for the Spirit's influences.
COME, holy, celestial Dove,
To visit a sorrowful breast;
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest.
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load;
The sense of acceptance to give,
And sprinkle his heart with the blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove,
And strangely withheld me from sin, And tried, by the lure of thy love,
My worthless affections to win; The work of thy mercy revive;
Thy uttermost mercy exert; And kindly continue to strive,
And hold, till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known,
And sigh'd from myself to get free, And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thee; Fulfil the imperfect desire;
Thy peace to my conscience reveal;
The sense of thy favour inspire,
And give me my pardon to feel.
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The surrender.
OW oft have I the Spirit grieved,
first me strove;
How obstinately disbelieved,
And trampled on his love!
How have I sinn'd against the light;
Broken from his embrace;
And would not, when I freely might,
Be justified by grace.
2 But after all that I have done
To drive him from my heart,
The Spirit leaves me not alone,-
He doth not yet depart;
He will not give the sinner o'er;
Ready e'en now to save,
He bids me come as heretofore,
That I his grace may have.
3 I take thee at thy gracious word;
My foolishness I mourn;
And unto my redeeming Lord,
However late, I turn:
Saviour, I yield, I yield at last;
I hear thy speaking blood;
Myself, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God.
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The Light of Life.
DISCLOSE thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers;
Gasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers:
Hasten, Lord, no more delay;
Come, my Saviour, come away.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see:
Till thou inward life impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy divine;
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Groaning for deliverance.
HEN shall thy love constrain,
When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?
2 Ah! what avail my strife,-
My wand'ring to and fro ?
Thou hast the words of endless life:
Ah! whither should I go?
3 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall;
I groan to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
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Hope springing up.
soul before thee prostrate lies;
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My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
Olet thy presence set me free.
2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
8 Already springing hope I feel,-
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
4 One only care my soul shall know,-
Father, all thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
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