2 Let holy pity Thee constrain
Freely to pardon all our sin;
May all of us be born again,
Thy glorious image in us shine:
Lift up Thy bright and cheering face,
And let us know Thy saving grace.
3 Be Thou our strength, be Thou our song;
Be our exceeding great reward;
Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Rejoice and triumph in the Lord:
Jesus, our boast shall be of Thee,
In time, and in eternity.
194 BEHOLD the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
2 My soul, ask what thou wilt,
Thou canst not be too bold!
Since his own blood for thee He spilt,
What good can He withhold?
3 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and Thy love!
I ask to serve Thee here below,
And reign with Thee above.
Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my will to Thine
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine!
195 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer!
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burthen'd souls to Thee;
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name.
MINE eyes, and my desire,
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his Word.
When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dang'rous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod?
O keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have plac'd my only trust
In
my Redeemer's name.
With humble feet I wait
To see Thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
"He sought the Lord in vain."
197 WHERE two or three together meet, To seek the Lord by prayer:
The Lord is in the midst of these,
And He will surely hear.
2 Shine, Lord, on ev'ry soul that comes
By pray'r to seek Thy face:
Thou know'st our hope, our only hope
Is grounded on Thy grace.
3 Help us, O Lord, to ask in faith;
Take unbelief away:
And for the blessings that we need,
Give us a heart to pray.
198 LORD, that I may learn of Thee,
Give me true simplicity;
Seeking more of Thee to know;
Wean'd and kept from things below.
2 Let me freely cast aside
All that feeds my boastful pride;
Always willingly submit,
Meekly learning at Thy feet.
3 Saviour, I would rest on Thee;
Lowly, as a child should be;
Seeing only in Thy light,
Walking only in Thy might.
my treasure be Thy love;
Let Thy cross my glory prove;
In Thy presence while I stay,
None can take my hope away.
199 MY God! is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,
The hour of prayer?
2 Blest be that tranquil hour of morn,
And blest that hour of solemn eve,
When on the wings of prayer upborne,
The world I leave!
3 Then is my strength by Thee renew'd,
Then are my sins by Thee forgiven,
Then dost Thou cheer my solitude
With hopes of heaven.
4 Words cannot tell what sweet relief
Here for my every want I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What peace of mind!
5 Hush'd is each doubt, gone every fear,
My spirit seems in heaven to stay;
And ev'n the penitential tear
Is wip'd away!
200 COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And though his arm be strong to smite, 'Tis also strong to save.
3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs his voice.
4 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground:
5 So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn shall chase
The sorrows of the night.
201 BESET with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path I stand;
Saviour divine, diffuse Thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart
To fix on Mary's better part:
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take
3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear;
But all my treasure with me bear.
4 If Thou, my Jesus, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee.
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