4 Without money, without price,
To thee I would draw nigh;
From myself would turn mine eyes,—
The chief of sinners I ;-
Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lose myself in thee.-Friend, &c.
5 Saviour, from thy wounded side,
O let me ne'er depart!
Here I would my spirit hide,
Till I am pure in heart,-
Till my place above I claim,
This, this alone shall be my plea,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
59. 7. 6. W. & B.
The backslider's earnest prayer.
ESUS, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wandering sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep;
Let me be by grace restor❜d,
On me be all its fullness shown;
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart,-
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy love unknown;-Turn, &c.
3 See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die;
Life, and happiness, and love.
Drop from thy gracious eye:
Speak the reonciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down;--Turn, &c
4 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd
The first apostate man,
Saw him weltering in his blood,
And bade him rise again;
Speak my paradise restor'd;
Redeem me by thy grace alone ;-Turn, &c. 5 Look, as when thy grace beheld The harlot in distress,
Dried her tears, her pardon seal'd,
And bade her go in peace:
Foul, like her, and self-abhorr'd,
I at thy feet for mercy groan:
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
Prayer for the Holy Spirit.
JESUS, we are met to worship,
And adore thee as our God;
Send us down the Holy Spirit,
To attend upon the word:
All is vain except the power
Of the Holy One be felt,
Shed the pure, celestial fire,
Make our frozen bosoms melt.
2 Saviour, are there trembling mourners,
Who begin their case to feel?
We can only preach the gospel,
Thou alone canst save from hell:
Speak, and earth and hell shall tremble,
And the chains of sin give way,-
Proudest souls shall then be humble,
Darkness kindle into day.
3 Breathe, Almighty, conquering Spirit!
Make this vale of bones to live;
Heavenly Wind! diffuse salvation-
We to thee will glory give:
North and south, give up your captives,
Yield them up without delay;
Saviour, claim thy blood-bought purchase,
Claim and seal us thine to-day.
4 Breathe through every soul, the spirit
Of untiring, fervent prayer;
Wrestling Jacobs, conquering Israels,
We shall be, if thou art here:
Till thou come, O God, and bless us,
Till our souls thy goodness know,
Give us humble faith in Jesus,
Faith that will not let thee go.
61. 8.7. Dover Selection.
At the opening of Worship.
BRETHREN, we have met to worship,
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the word?
All is vain, unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One come down-
Let us pray, that holy manna
May be scatter'd all around.
2 Look! and see poor sinners round you
Trembling on the brink of woe;
Death is coming-hell is moving-
Can you bear to let them go?
Let us tell them of the Saviour,
Tell them that he may be found-
Let us pray, that holy manna
May be scatter'd all around.
3 Is there here a trembling Jailor,
Seeking grace, and fill'd with fears?
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Let us join our prayers to help them,
Let our faith and love abound-
Let us pray, that holy manna
May be scatter'd all around.
4 Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
Till our God their souls renew.
Then we'll love them still the better,
Take them to our kind embrace;
Journey with them on to glory,
There to sing redeeming grace.
6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Newton.
The Beggar's suit,
NCOURAG'D by thy word,
Of promise to the poor,
Behold a beggar, Lord,
Waits at thy mercy's door;
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine.
I have no right to say,
That though I now am poor,
Yet once there was a day
When I possessed more;
Thou know'st that from my very birth, I've been the poorest wretch on earth
3 Nor dare I to profess,
As beggars often do,
Though great is my distress,
My faults have been but few;
If thou shouldst leave my soul to starve
It would be what I well deserve.'
I never begg'd before,
And if thou now befriend,
I'll trouble thee no more;
Thou often hast reliev'd my pain,
And often I must come again.
Though crumbs are much too good
For one so vile as I,
No less than children's food
My soul can satisfy;
O do not frown and bid me go,
I must have all thou canst bestow.
Nor can I willing be
Thy bounty to conceal
From others, who, like me,
Their wants and hunger feel;
I'll tell them of thy mercy's store,
And try to send a thousand more.
Thy ways, thou only Wise,
Our ways and thoughts transcend;
Far as the arched skies
Above this earth extend:
Such pleas as mine men would not hear,
But God accepts a beggar's prayer.
63. P. M. Relief Hymns.
Confession of Christ before men.
AND art thou, gracious Master, gone,
mansion to prepare for me?
Shall I behold thee on thy throne,
And there for ever sit with thee?
Then let the world approve or blame,
I'll triumph in thy glorious name.
2 Should I, to gain the world's applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance thy cause,
And make thy people's lot my own,-
What shame would fill me in that day,
When thou thy glory shalt display!
3 And what is man, or what his smile?
The terror of his anger, what?
Like grass he flourishes a while,
But soon his place shall know him not;→
Through fear of such a one, shall I
The Lord of heaven and earth deny?
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