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Longing for the Love of God.
Thy help is always nigh!
The stony from my heart remove,
And give me, Lord, oh, give me love,
Or at thy feet I die.
3 To thee I lift my mournful eye:
Why am I thus, oh, tell me why
I cannot love my God?
The hindrance must be all in me:
It cannot in my Saviour be;
Witness that streaming blood.
4 It cost thy blood my heart to win:
To buy me from the power of sin,
And make me love again :
Come, then, my Lord, thy right assert,
Take to thyself my ransom'd heart,
Nor bleed nor die in vain. c. WESLEY. HYMN 453. 4-8's & 2-6's,
Longing for the Love of God.
Oh, love divine, how sweet thou art;
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger his love than death or hell:
Its riches are unsearchable :
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see: They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, and breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God:
Oh, that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart;
For love I sigh, for love I pine:
This only portion, Lord, be mine;
Be mine this better part.
4 Oh, that I could for ever sit,
With Mary at the Master's feet :
Finderances to Salvation in the Sinner.
Be this my happy choice:
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
8 Oh, that I could, with favour'd John,
Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast:
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee
My everlasting rest.
HYMN 454. S.M.
Hinderances to Salvation in the Sinner
AR! whither should I go,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint ?
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint ?
My Saviour bids me come:
Ah! why do I delay ?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.
What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown
Must surely lurk within ;
Some idol which I will not own,
Some secret bosom sin.
8 Jesus, the hinderance show,
Which I have feared to see ;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me out of thee:
In me is all the bar,
Which thou wouldst fain remove:
Remove it, and I shall dcclare,
That God is only love.
HYMN 455. L.M.
Continued Life consecrated to God.
God of my life, what just return
Can guilty dust and ashes give ?
I live, my sinfulness to mourn :
To love my God I only live.
2. To thee, benign and saving Potver,
ili I consecrate my lengthen'd days;
While mark'd with blessings every hour
Shall speak thy co-extended praise.
3 Be all my added life employ'd,
• Thy image in my soul to see;
Fill with thyself the mighty void;
Enlarge my heart to compass thee.
The blessing of thy love bestow ;
For this my cries shall never fail:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go;
I will not, till my suit prevail.
Come then, my hope, my life, my Lord,
And fix in me thy lasting home;
Be mindful of thy gracious word :
Thou, with thy promised Father, conte. 6 Prepare, and then possess my heart:
Oh, take me, seize me from above :
Thee may I love; for God thou art :
Thee may I feel; for God is love.
HYMN 456. 6-7's.
Mourning an absent Saviour.
On, disclose thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers;
Gasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers :
Haste, my Lord, no more delay;
Come, my Saviour, come away.
The Sympathy and Compassion of Christ.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Tiu thou inward light impart,
Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine ;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief :
Fill me, Radiancy Divine !
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day. C. WESLEY.
HYMN 457. L.M.
The Syn:pathy and Compassion of Christ.
My sufferings all to thee are known;
Tempted in every point like me;
Regard my grief, regard thy own;
Jesus, remember Calvary.
2 Oh, call to mind thy earnest prayers;
Thy agony and sweat of blood :
Thy strong and bitter cries and tears;
Thy mortal groan—“My God, my God!" 8 For whom didst thou the cross endure ?
Who nail'd thy body to the tree?
Did not thy death my life procure ?
Oh, let thy bowels answer me! 4 [Art thou not touch'd with human woe?
Has pity left the Son of Man ?
Dost thou not all my sorrows know,
d claim a share in all my pain? 5 Canst thou forget thy days of flesh ?
Canst thou my miseries not feel?
Thy tender heart it bleeds afresh;
It bleeds, and thou art Jesus still.] 6 Have I not heard, have I not known,
That thou, the everlasting Lord,
Whom heaven and earth their Maker OWE,
Art always faithful to thy word ?
7 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
Nor quench the smallest spark of grace; Till through the soul thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness. 8 The day of small and feeble things,
I know thou never wilt despise :
I know, with healing in his wings,
The Sun of Righteousness shall rise.
HYMN 458. 8-7's.
| Present Salvation prayed for.
O My God, what must I do?
Thou alone the way canst show;
Thou canst save me in this hour,
Thou canst give both will and power:
God if over all thou art,
Greater than the sinner's heart,
All thy power on me be shown,
Take away the heart of stone.
2 Take away my darling sin;
Make me willing to be clean:
Make me willing to receive
All thy goodness waits to give :
Stop the whirlwind of my will;
Speak, and bid the sun stand still;
Now thy love almighty show;
Make e'en me a creature new.
g Arm of God, thy strength put on;
Bow the heavens and come down;
All my unbelief o'erthrow,
Lay the aspiring mountain low;
Conquer thy worst foe in me;
Get thyself the victory:
Save the vilest of the race:
Let me now be saved by grace.
HYMN 459. L.M.
WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be, 1
That I shall find my all in thee;