3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels near to God;
Believe, believe the record true:

We all are bought with Jesu's blood;
Pardon for all flows from His side;
My Lord, my Love is crucified !

4 Then let us sit beneath His cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream, All things for Him account but loss,

And give up all our hearts to Him; Of nothing speak or think beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucified !"

SALVATION BY GRACE.

I JESU, Great Redeemer, hear
A feeble sinner's cry;
Thou in my behalf appear,
And bring salvation nigh:
my Lord what shall I say
y?
Saviour, I of Thee have need;
Take, O, take my sins away,

To

And make me free indeed.

2 Thee, all-lovely as Thou art,
Should I profess to love,
Surely my rebellious heart

The falsehood would disprove :

Thee my heart cannot obey

Till from every evil freed:

Take, O, take, &c.

3 Should I say, that aught in me
Of good doth now abide,
Self-condemn'd I now should be ;
My all is self and pride.
Guilty, guilty, must I say,

Nothing, Lord, have I to plead :

Take, O, take, &c.

4 No desire or will have I

Thy mercy to embrace;
From Thine arms of love I fly,
And slight Thy proffer'd grace:
But Thou didst my ransom pay,

But Thy blood for me was shed:
Take, O, take, &c.

5 Thy salvation to obtain,

Out of myself I go;

Freely Thou must heal my pain,
Thy unbought mercy show;

For myself I cannot pray;
Let Thy Spirit intercede :

Take, O, take, &c.

6 Not because I willing am,

On me this grace be show'd;
But Thou art the' Atoning Lamb,
Therefore apply Thy blood :
Therefore, Lord, no more delay,

Therefore heal my soul, and lead;

Take, O, take my sins away,

And make me free indeed.

[The hymn "Before the Sacrament," which immediately follows this in the first edition, is transferred to a subsequent publication.]

AFTER A JOURNEY.

I GLORY to God, whose gracious care
Doth all my steps attend,

Throughout the way my weakness bear,
And bring me to the end.

2 Thou, Lord, hast saved both man and beast;
How excellent Thy name!

While underneath Thy wings I rest,

Thy goodness I proclaim.

3 Still (for I put my trust in Thee) All evil turn aside,

4

Cover my helpless head, and be
Mine everlasting Guide.

Lead me, till my few evil years

Of pilgrimage are o'er;

But ere I leave this vale of tears,
O, bid me sin no more.

*

PSALM LI. 10. [P. B. V.]

"Make me a clean heart, O God."

I O FOR an heart to praise my God,
An heart from sin set free!

*

An heart that always feels Thy blood,
So freely spilt for me!

2 An heart resign'd, submissive, meek,

My dear Redeemer's throne,

Where only Christ is heard to speak,

Where Jesus reigns alone.

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to "gracious;" "self and," v. 6, line 4, into "

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within.

4 An heart in every thought renew'd,
And full of love Divine,

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

5 Thy tender heart is still the same,
And melts at human woe:
Jesu, for Thee distrest I am,
I want Thy love to know.

6 My heart, Thou know'st, can never rest,
Till Thou create my peace;
Till, of my Eden repossest,
From self and sin I cease.

7 Fruit of Thy gracious lips, on me
Bestow that peace unknown,
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life, and the white stone.

8 Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart ;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.

A PRAYER FOR HUMILITY.

I O My heart, what must I do!

Shall the self-admiring fiend Still my helplessness pursue? Shall his malice never end?

Still the stubborn sin remains,

Still the thorn is in my side,
Still I groan to feel my chains,
Sorely buffeted by pride.
2 Vanity, the serpent-seed,

Poisoning all my good I find;
Stealing on with silent tread

Vanity lurks close behind;
As the substance by the shade,
Grace I find by pride pursued :
Grace is pride's occasion made,
Evil ever cleaves to good.

3 Pleased in borrow'd plumes to shine, Nature arrogates a share,

Mixes in the work Divine,

Bold the Godhead's form to wear;

Proudly in her beauty trusts,

Heavenly charms as hers displays, Falsely, blasphemously boasts,

Varnish'd, deck'd, and hid by grace.

4 When the boasted grace is gone, Humbled in the dust I lie;

Poor, forsaken, and alone,

From the deep on God I cry.
Seeing there my loss of God,

Proud I am my loss to see,
Proud to find that I am proud,
Proud of my humility.

5 O the strength of inbred sin !

Who can vanity subdue?

From a creature all unclean

Who can bring a creature new?