2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Drop from thy gracious eye: And break my heart of stone. 4 Look, as when thine eye pursued And break my heart of stone. 5 Look, as when thy pity saw Thine own in a strange land, Forced to obey the tyrant's law, And feel his heavy hand:. Speak the soul-redeeming word, And out of Egypt call thy son; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, * And break my heart of stone. 6 Look, as when thy grace beheld The harlot in distress, Dried her tears, her pardon sealed, And bade her go in peace: Vile, like her, and self-abhorred, I at thy feet for mercy groan; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 7 Look, as when thy languid eye Was closed, that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die My Saviour gasped) "forgive!" THE Spirit of the Lord our God The Father hath on Christ bestowed, And every sin-sick soul to heal. 3 Sinners, obey the heavenly call; Your prison-doors stand open wide; Go forth, for he hath ransomed all, For every soul of man hath died. 4 "Tis his the drooping soul to raise, And give their weary spirits rest; 6 To make them trees of righteousness, WRETCHED, helpless, and distrest, Ah! whither shall I fly ? Ever gasping after rest, I cannot find it nigh: Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, 2 I am all unclean, unclean, Thy purity I want; My whole heart is sick of sin, And my whole head is faint; Full of putrefying sores, Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul Looks to Jesus, help implores, And gasps to be made whole. 3 In the wilderness I stray, My foolish heart is blind, 4 Naked of thine image, Lord, 5 Poor, alas! thou know'st I am, And I am filled with God. And eye-sight to the blind. JESU, friend of sinners, hear, Yet once again I pray; From my debt of sin set clear, For I have nought to pay; Speak, O speak, the kind release, A poor backsliding soul restore! Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. 2 For my selfishness and pride Though my sins as mountains rise, I may be still forgiven; 4 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread This hardness shall depart; Shed thy love, thy tenderness, And let me feel thy softening power; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more. 5 From the oppressive power of sin My struggling spirit free; Perfect righteousness bring in, Unspotted purity; THUS saith the Lord! Who seek the Who follow after righteousness, Look to the rock from whence ye came, The father of the faithful race. 2 Children of faithful Abraham these Who dare expect salvation here, The Lord shall give them gospel peace, And all his hopeless mourners cheer; 3 Shall soon his fallen Zion raise, Her waste and desclate place build; Pour out the Spirit of his grace, And make her wilds a fruitful field. 4 The barren souls shall be restored, 5 Gladness and joy shall there be found, Thanksgiving and the voice of praise; The voice of melody shall sound, And every heart be filled with grace. 6 A law shall soon from him proceed, 7 His mercy he will cause to rest Where all may see their sins forgiven; May rise, no more by guilt opprest, And bless the light that leads to heaven. 112 1 7s & 6 s.t The Good Samaritan.-Luke x. 30. WOE is me! what tongue can tell My sad afflicted state, Who my anguish can reveal, And they have robbed me of my God, 20 thou good Samaritan! In thee is all my hope; Now, even now, I see thy face; 6 Surely now the bitterness 7 Perfect then the work begun, 113 3 Still thou journeyest where I am, Still thy compassions move; 0 Pity is with thee the same, And all thy heart is love; Stoop to a poor sinner, stoop, And let thy healing grace abound, Heal my bruises, and bind up My spirit's every wound. 4 Saviour of my soul, draw nigh, In mercy haste to me, At the point of death I lie, And cannot come to thee; Now thy kind relief afford, The wine and oil of grace pour in; Good Physician, speak the word, And heal my soul of sin. 5 Pity to my dying cries Hath drawn thee from above, 6-88. THOU whom fain my soul would love! Whom I would gladly die to krow; This veil of unbelief remove, And show me, all thy goodness show; Jesus, thyself in me reveal, Tell me thy name, thy nature tell. 2 Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long, Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known? I claim thee with a faltering tongue, 3 If now thou talkest by the way With such an abject worm as me, Thy mystery of grace display; Open mine eyes that I may see, That I may understand thy word, And now cry out-"It is the Lord!". 1 6-8s. JESU, in whom the weary find 114 Their late, but permanent repose, 2 Loosed from my God, and far removed, Long have I wandered to and fro, O'er earth in endless circles roved, Nor found whereon to rest below: The things of earth, for thee I leave; 4 Fill with inviolable peace, Stablish and keep my settled heart; In thee may all my wanderings cease, From thee no more may I depart; Thy utmost goodness called to prove, Loved with an everlasting love! ET the world their virtue boast, Their works of righteousness; I, a wretch undone and lost, Am freely saved by grace; 2 Happy they whose joys abound Who their heaven in Christ have found, His steps I at a distance see; But Jesus died for me. 3 I, like Gideon's fleece, am found 4 Surely he will lift me up, Though I am cold and dead; To bring fire on earth he came, O that it now might kindled be! I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me. 5 Jesus, thou for me hast died, SAVIOUR, cast a pitying eye, Art not thou the sinner's friend? 3 Me, the vilest of the race, Most unholy, most unclean; |