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161. The Beggar. H. M.
1 Encourag'd by thy word
2 'Twere folly to pretend
3 Nor can I willing be,
4 Thy thoughts, thou only Wise,
But God receives a beggar's prayer.
162. Resolving to go to Christ. C. M. 1 Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, And make this last resolve: 2 "I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin “Hath like a mountain rose; “I know his courts, I'll enter in, “Whatever may oppose. 3 “Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, “And there my guilt confess; "I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone “Without his sovereign grace. 4 “I’ll to the gracious King approach, “Whose sceptre pardon gives; “Perhaps he may command my touch, . . “And then the suppliant lives. 5 “Perhaps he will admit my plea, “Perhaps will hear my prayer; . “But if I perish, I will pray, “And perish only there. 6 "I can but perish if I go, “I am resolved to try; “For if I stay away, I know “I must for ever die.” Jones,
163. Surrender to Grace. C. P.M.
| TMy heart, by mighty grace compell'd,
* Surrenders all to thee:
so But who can stand against thy love?
Love conquers even me. -
2 All that a wretch could do, I tried;
3 But since thou hastothy love reveal’d, o And shown my soul, a pardon seal’d, I can resist, no more: Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed 2 Canst thou for such a rebel plead? I wonder and adore.
4 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
164. Clinging to the Cross. L. M. 1 Here, at thy cross, my dying Lord, I lay my soul beneath thy love, Beneath the droppings of thy blood, Jesus! nor shall it e'er remove. 2 Should worlds conspire to drive me theno Moveless and firm this heart should lie; Resolved, (for that's my last defence.) If I must perish, there to die. 3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear; Am I not safe beneath thy shade? Thy vengeance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 4 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim: Hosanna to my dying Lord, And my best honors to his name. - Watts. 165. Christ my All. C. M. 1 The Saviour ! Oh, what endless cham" Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doom'd to endless Wo.
30h, the rich depths of love divine,
4 On thee alone my hope relies,
166. Surrender to Christ. C. M.
1 And will the Lord thus condescend
2 Surprising grace—and shall my heart
3 Shall Jesus for admission sue—