Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast, bry latest breath shall bless his name. 6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise, And soar above yon starry spheres, Join the full chorus of the skies, And sing thy praise thro' endless years. The surrender. WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer, Welcome to this heart of mine; Lord, I make a full surrender, Thro' eternal ages thine. 2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here! C. M. 306. Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctifis cation. 1 HOW sad our state by nature is! And satan binds our captive minds But there's a voice of sovereign grace 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, I would believe thy promise, Lord, 4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my spotted soul, 5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my strength and righteousness, C. M. 307. Old things passed away. 2 Cor. v. 17. 1 LE ET carnal minds the world pursue, Once, I admir'd its trifles too, But grace has set me free. 2 Its fading charms no longer please, Far from my heart be joys like these, 3 As by the light of op'ning day, 4 Creatures no more divide my choice- His name, and love, and gracious voice, 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, But may I hope that thou wilt own 308. 1 L. M. GOD, to whom in flesh reveal'd, The sick to be reliev'd and heal'd, In these thy Spirit's gospel days, 3 Thou seest me helpless and distressed, And sick of sin implore a cure. 4 My sin's incurable disease, Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal; 5 A touch, a word, a look from thee, And save me from my bosom-sin, 6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe, Thou canst the saving grace impart; Thou canst this instant now forgive, And stamp thine image on my heart. 7 My heart, which now to thee I raise, I know thou canst this moment cleanse; The deepest stains of sin efface, And drive the evil spirit hence. 8 Be it according to thy word! Accomplish now thy work in me; 309. 1 L. M. The sinner trusting in God. WHAT mean these jealousies and fears! As if the Lord was loath to save, Or lov'd to see us drench'd in tears, 2 Does he want slaves to grace his throne? Loves he the deep despairing groan? 3 Not all the sins which we have wrought, 4 What though our crimes are black as night, 5 Lord, 'tis amazing grace we own, 6 "I've found a ransom," saith the Lord, Lord, we would now believe thy word, Iי L. M. 310. Parting with carnal joys, 2 Your streams were floating me along 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That drew me from those treacherous seas, 4 Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands and glance mine eyes; O for the pinions of a dove To bear me to the upper skies; 5 There from the bosom of my God 311. BY 1 (296.) L. M. various maxims, forms, and rules, 2 But since the Saviour I have known, 4 Upon the cross I see him bleed, |