Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne.
HYMN VIII. (C.M.)
1 O LORD, turn not thy face from me,
Who lie in woeful state,
Lamenting all my sinful life,
Before thy mercy-gate:
2 A gate, which opens wide to those
That do lament their sin:
Shut not the gate against me, Lord,
But let me enter in.
3 And call me not to strict account,
How I have sojourn'd here;
For then my guilty conscience knows,
How vile I shall appear.
4 Therefore with tears I come to beg
Of my offended God,
For pardon, like a child, that dreads
His parent's chast'ning rod.
5 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask;
This is the total sum:
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit;
Lord, let thy mercy come.
HYMN IX. (P. M. Hotham.)
1 JESUS, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past:
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!
2 All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing!
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All in all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind!
3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity!
[PSALMS 22, 40, 69.-HYMNS 76, 77, 78, 80, 124, 129, 130, 139, 144.]
HYMN X. (P. M. Sicilian.)
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 It is finish'd! Oh, what pleasure
Do those gracious words afford!
Heav'nly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish'd!
Saints, the dying words record.
3 Tune your harps anew, ye Seraphs; Join to sing the pleasing theme:
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
1 YE that pass by, behold the Man,
The Man of grief, condemn'd for you!
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue.
2 Behold his temples crown'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His streaming feet transfix'd and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side.
3 Thou dear, thou suff'ring Son of God,
How doth thy heart to sinners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love.
4 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd, when her Creator died:
O may our inmost nature shake,
And bow with Jesus crucified!
5 At thy last gasp, the graves display'd
Their horrors to the upper skies:
O that our souls might burst the shade, And, quicken'd by thy death, arise!
6 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, And tremble and asunder part:
O rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart.
1 DARK was the night, and cold the ground, On which the Lord was laid:
His sweat like drops of blood ran down,
In agony he pray'd:
2 "Father! remove this bitter cup,
"If such thy sacred will;
"If not, content to drink it up,
"Thy pleasure I fulfil!"
3 Go to the garden, sinner! see
Those precious drops that flow:
That heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low!
4 Then learn of him the cross to bear,
Thy Father's will obey;
And when temptations sore draw near,
Awake to watch and pray!
HYMN XIII. (P. M. Haydn's.)
1 HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour!
Bearer of our sin and shame:
By thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid:
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
AM thy people are forgiven,
Through the virtue of thy blood:
Open'd is the gate of heaven;
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesus, hail, enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide!
All the heav'nly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
HYMN XIV. (P. M. Hotham.)
1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee:
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power!
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
2 Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone!
Weak, I look to thee for grace;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling:
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgement-throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
HYMN XV. (P. M. Carey's.)
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few;
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