Here is love's offering to my King, 2 Here is my heart! surely the gift, though poor, My God will not despise; Vainly and long I sought to make it pure, 3 Here is my heart! my heart so hard before, Now by Thy grace made meet; Yet bruised and wearied, it can only pour It groans beneath the weight of sin, 4 Here is my heart! in Christ its longings end, Near to His cross it draws; It says: "Thou art my portion, O my Friend! And in the Saviour it has found 5 Here is my heart! ah! Holy Spirit, come, And consecrate it wholly as Thy home, Teach it to love and serve Thee more, 6 Here is my heart! it trembles to draw near The glory of Thy throne; Give it the shining robe Thy servants wear, 7 Here is my heart! teach it, O Lord! to cling In gladness unto Thee; And in the day of sorrow still to sing, 66 Believing, all its journey through, That Thou art wise, and just, and true: 8 Here is my heart! O Friend of friends! be near, To make each tempter fly; And when my latest foe I wait with fear, Gladly on Thy love reposing, Let me say, when life is closing: "Here is my heart! GERMAN. IV. THE GOSPEL CALL. AWAKENING AND INVITING. 45. III. 1. HEN thy mortal life is fled, When the death shades o'er thee spread, When is finished thy career, Sinner, where wilt thou appear? 2 When the world has passed away, 3 When the Judge descends in light, 4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, Then shall peace thy spirit cheer; S. F. SMITHI. 46. HARK! 2 Startled at the solemn warning, III. 3. 3 Lo! the Lamb so long expected, One and all to be forgiven. 4 So when next He comes with glory, CASWALL, TR. INNER, oh! why so thoughtless grown? 2 Wilt thou defy the wrath of God, Led on by sin's delusive dreams? Madly despise the Saviour's blood, And force thy passage to the flames? 3 Sinner, oh! lift thy thoughts above, 48. WATTS. C. M. JAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear, Death, at the farthest, can't be far- 2 Reflect thou hast a soul to save; Thy sins, how high they mount! 3 Death enters, and there's no defense, 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 5 To-day the Gospel calls, to-day, Sinner, it speaks to you: Let every one forsake his way, HART. |