2 Without thy grace, we sink oppress'd,
Down to the gates of hell;
O give our troubled spirits rest,—
Our gloomy fears dispel.
3 'Tis mercy, mercy, now we plead;
Let thy compassion move;
Mercy, that led thee once to bleed,
In tenderness and love.
4 In mercy, now, for Jesus' sake,
O God, our sins forgive;
Thy grace our stubborn hearts can break, And, breaking, bid us live.
With thee there is mercy.
SOV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at thy feet I fall;
Hear, O hear, my ardent cry,-
Frown not, lest I faint and die.
2 Vilest of the sons of men,—
Worst of rebels, I have been;
Oft abused thee to thy face,-
Trampled on thy richest grace.
3 Justly might thy vengeful dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;—
Justly might thy kindled ire
Send me to eternal fire.
4 But with thee is mercy found,-
Balm to heal my every wound;
Soothe, O soothe this troubled breast,-
Give the weary wand'rer rest.
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
Mercy for the chief of sinners. EPTH of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
4 Kindled his relentings are;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, How shall I give thee up?-
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
5 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands;
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
Unwearied earnestness.
FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
2 What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour, to secure
My soul from endless death!
30 Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou wouldst relieve,
In this accepted hour.
4 Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
O let me now receive that gift,—
My soul without it dies.
5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace.
12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.
Seeking refuge in the blood of the Lamb.
G and help me to believe;
OD of my salvation, hear,
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive.
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
2 Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye;
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always nigh.
Now as yesterday the same
Thou art, and wilt forever be:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
3 No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to buy thy grace;
Pardon I accept, unbought,-
Thy proffer I embrace.
Coming as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me..
Pleading His gracious name.
LORD, I approach the mercy-seat,
Where thou dost answer prayer;
There humbly fall before thy feet,-
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd;
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may rejoice in Jesus' grace,—
In Jesus crucified.
5 0, wondrous love!-to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.
The sceptre of His love.
JESUS, whose glory's streaming rays,
Though duteous to thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face,
But veil'd before thy presence stand:-
2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down
With sin, and dim with error's night,
Dare to behold thy awful throne,
Or view thy unapproached light?
3 Thy golden sceptre from above
Reach forth; lo! my whole heart I bow;
Say to my soul,-Thou art my love,-
My chosen 'midst ten thousand, thou.
4 O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs
Of a sick heart with pity view;
Hark, how my silence speaks, and cries,-
Mercy, thou God of mercy, show!
ESUS, the sinner's friend, to thee,
Just and undone, for aid I flee;
Weary of earth, myself, and sin:
Open thine arms, and take me in.
2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;
'Tis thou alone canst make me whole;
Dark, till in me thine image shine,
And lost, I am, till thou art mine.
3 At last I own it cannot be
That I should fit myself for thee:
Here, then, to thee I all resign;
Thine is the work, and only thine.
4 What shall I say thy grace to move?
Lord, I am sin,-but thou art love:
I give up every plea beside,-
Lord, I am lost-but thou hast died.
Clinging to the cross.
ROCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,-
Save from wrath and make me pure.
2 Could my tears forever flow,-
Could my zeal no languor know,—
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to the cross I cling.
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