ROM my own works at last I
cease,
For God alone can give me peace;
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,
Of my own strength I must despair.
2 Lord, I despair myself to heal;
I see my sins, but can not feel
True sorrow, till Thy Spirit show
My unbelief, the source of woe.
3 'Tis Thine alone to change this heart;
Thou only canst good gifts impart;
I therefore will my heart resign
To Thee: oh! cleanse, and seal it Thine.
4 With humble faith on Thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all; I wait the moving of the pool;
I wait the word that makes me whole.
5 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
Make
my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And give Thyself unto my heart.
No the duties I have done;
more, my God, I boast no more,
I quit the hopes, I held before,
To trust the merits of Thy Son.
2 Now trusting to His sacred name,
What was my gain I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to His cross.
3 Yes; and till death I will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake;
Oh! may my soul be found in Him,
And of His righteousness partake!
4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not approach before Thy throne;
But faith can answer Thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.
THE Gospel comes with welcome news
Of pardon, full and free;
Their various schemes while others choose,
Saviour, we come to Thee.
2 Of merit never can we speak,
For merit have we none;
But justified for Jesus' sake,
We're saved by grace alone.
3 'Twas grace our wayward hearts first won, 'Tis grace that holds us fast;
Grace will complete the work begun,
And save us at the last.
4 Then shall our souls with rapture trace
The love that set us free,
And celebrate redeeming grace
Through all eternity
ROCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee:
Let the water and the blood,
Erom Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfill Thy laws' demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, come to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Jesus, or I die.
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death;
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
YOME, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh:
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger;
Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him;
This He gives you:
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him!
Hear Him cry, before He dies,
"It is finished!"
Sinners, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely;
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful courts of heaven
Sweetly echo with His name:
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same.
AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in guilt and thrall I found,
And knew not where to go;
Eternal truth did loud proclaim
The sinner must be born again,
Or sink in endless wo.
2 Amazed I stood, but could not tell
Which way to shun the gates of hell,
For death and hell drew near.
I strove, indeed, but strove in vain ;
The sinner must be born again,
Still sounded in mine ear.
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