Lamenting spiritual Sloth.
1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?" Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 The little ants for one poor grain Labour, and tug, and strive; Yet we who have a heav'n to obtain, How negligent we live!
3 We for whose sake all nature stands,¦ And stars their courses move; We for whose guard the angel-bands Come flying from above;
4 We for whom GOD the SON came down, And labour'd for our good- How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with His blood!
5 LORD, shall we lie so sluggish still, And never act our parts! Come, holy Dove, descending, fill And warm our frozen hearts.
6 Then shall our active spirits move, Our souls shall upward rise:
With hands of faith, and wings of love, We'll fly and take the prize.
Lamenting Hardness of Heart.
1 My heart, how cold, how hard it is! How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast, Just like a rock of ice.
2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits Upon this flinty throne, And every grace lies buried deep Beneath this heart of stone.
3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above!
This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love.
4 When smiling mercy courts my soul With all it's heavenly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing, Would thrust it from my arms.
5 Against the thunders of Thy Word Rebellious I have stood;
My heart it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a GOD.
6 Dear SAVIOUR, steep this rock of mine In Thine own crimson sea:
None but the streams of blood divine Can melt the flint away.
Lamenting Unfruitfulness.
1 LONG have I sat beneath the sound Of Thy salvation, LORD;
But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of Thy Word!
2 Oft I frequent Thy holy place, And hear almost in vain :
How small a portion of Thy grace My mem'ry can retain !
3 ALMIGHTY SAVIOUR, and my GOD, How little art Thou known By all the judgments of Thy rod, And blessings of Thy throne!
4 How cold and feeble is my love! How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there!
5 Great GOD! Thy sov'reign power impart, To give Thy Word success; Write Thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn Thy grace.
6 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.
Cumbering the Ground.
1 DEPTH of Mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my GOD His wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? I have long withstood His grace; Long provok'd Him to His face; Would not hearken to His calls; Griev'd Him by a thousand falls. 2 I have spilt His precious blood, Trampled on the SON OF GOD; Fill'd with pangs unspeakable! I, who yet am not in hell! Whence to me this waste of love? Ask my Advocate above;
See the cause in JESU's face, Now before the Throne of Grace.
3 Lo! I cumber still the ground; Lo! an Advocate is found! "Hasten not to cut him down; "Let this barren soul alone." JESUS speaks, and pleads His blood! He disarms the wrath of GOD! Now my FATHER's bowels move; Justice lingers into love.
4 Kindled His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare; Cries, "How shall I give thee up?" Lets the lifted thunder drop.
There for me the SAVIOUR stands, Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands!
GOD is Love, I know, I feel;
JESUS weeps, and loves me still!
1 SWEET was the time when first I felt The SAVIOUR's pard'ning blood Apply'd, to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to GOD.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, His praises tun'd my tongue; And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd, His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my SAVIOUR'S Smiles, And lean'd upon His arm.
4 In pray'r my soul drew near the LORD, And saw His glory shine; And when I read His holy Word, I call'd each promise mine.
5 Then to His saints I often spoke, Of what His love had done; But now my heart is almost broke, For all my joys are gone.
6 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey; Yet, LORD, Thy mercies cannot fail: O come without delay!
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