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Soon the days of life shall end,
Lo, I come, your Saviour, friend,
133. Free Salvation, L.M.
3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love: Come to the feast prepard; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heav'n can remove.
136. Peace and Rest. L. M. 6 lines,
1 Peace, troubled soul—thy plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo;
Cease thy complaint—suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold a precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to healthy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd,
Unburthen here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour—glorious word!
For ever love and praise the Lord.
137. The Heart of Stone. L. M.
1 Oh! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away;
And melt, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The sea can roar; the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things show some sign
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments, too, unmov’d I hear—
Amazing thought !—which devils fear:
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But power divine can do the deed;
And much to feel that pow'r I need:
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And move and melt this heart of mino, t.
138. “What shall I do 2° S. M.
1 My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas, that I am dead
In trespasses and sins:
? Ah, whither shall I fly,
Or seek for mercy's door?
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And justice arm'd with pow'r,
3 When I review my ways,
I dread th’ impending doom,
While yet some friendly whisper says,
“Flee from the wrath to come!"
4 O that I now might see
Some glimm'ring from afar,
Some beam of hope to dawn on me,
And save me from despair, Cowper.
139. The Convicted Sinner. L. M.
1 Alas! I've sinned; and clearly see
That I deserve eternal wo:
Where can a wretched sinner flee?
What can a helpless sinner do?
2 “Believe that Jesus Christ has died:
“That he for sinners gave his blood:
“For such as you was crucified:
"And thus appeas'd the wrath of God."
3 Then there is hope—yes, hope for me;
A guilty wretch by sin undone:
Oh God! I pardon ask of Thee!
I plead the merits of thy Son.
4 He hears my prayer; regards my plea:
He grants the pardon that I crave!
O wondrous grace! He smiles on me;
For Jesus died my soul to save. O.
140. Deep Contrition. 7's.
1 Jesus, save my dying soul;
Make the broken spirit whole;
Humbled in the dust I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
2 Jesus, full of every grace,
Now revealthy smiling face;
Grant the joy of sin forgiv'n,
Foretaste of the bliss of heav'n.
3 All my guilt to thee is known;
Thou art righteous, thou alone:
All my help is from thy cross;
All besides I count but loss.
4 Lord, in thee I now believe;
Wilt thou—wilt thou not forgive?
Helpless at thy feet I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die. s. songs.
141. Grieving the Spirit. C. M.
1 And does the Spirit kindly move
To wake my drowsy heart;
And shall I slight and grieve his love,
And bid him hence depart?
* Shall I the tempter's voice believe,
And still refuse to pray;
And thus the Holy Spirit grieve,
And bid him go his way?