Unless you wake to righteousness, 407. 1 C. M. Crown Him. BACKSLIDERS, who your misery feel, Attend your Saviour's call; Return, he'll your backslidings heal; 2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt, For broken hearts his blood was spilt; 3 Take with you words, approach his throne, Whoever comes he'll not cast out. 408. L. M. 1 LOVE the Lord; but ah! how far My thoughts from the dear object are! This wanton heart, how wide it roves! And fancy meets a thousand loves. 2 If my soul burn to see my God, 3 Would I enjoy my Lord alone, 4 But cares or trifles, make or find Till I with grief and wonder see 6 Look gently down, almighty grace, 409. L. M. Complaining of Inconstancy. 2 But cloud, and wind, and dew, and star, S Our outward walk, and inward frame, We sin forsake, to sin return; Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn 5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess When shall these hearts more fixed be, 410. 1 C. M. MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Nothing has half thy work to do 2 The little ants for one poor grain Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain, 9 We for whose sake all nature stands, We for whose guard the angel bands 4 We for whom God the Son came down, Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still! 6 Then shall our active spirits move, With hands of faith and wings of love 411. C. M. 1 MY heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast, 2 Sin like a raging tyrant sits 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith, 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul Against the thunders of thy word My heart it shakes not at the wrath 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine 412 5. BACKSLIDER RETURNING, P. M. HOW shall a fost sinner in pain, When brought into bondage again, To spare such a rebel as me? Such plenteous redemption in thee? 2 O Jesus, of thee I require, If still thou art able to save, The help of thy Spirit restore, And show me the life-giving blood; SO Jesus, in pity draw near, Come quickly to help a lost soul, 282 Save, Lord, or I perish, I die, O save, or I sink into hell! 4 I sink if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to show: Come quickly, and kindly display The power of thy passion below: By all thou hast done for my sake, One drop of thy blood I implore: Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner a sinner no more. P. M. & 413. Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore? Psalm lxxvii. 8. DEPTH of mercy! can there be 1 Mercy still reserv'd for me! Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace: 4 There for me the Saviour stands: 5 Jesus answer from above: |