The Lamentation of a Sinner. LORD, turn not thy face away From him that lies prostrate, Lamenting sore his sinful life, Before thy mercy's gate. Which thou dost open wide to those, Call me not to a strict account, I need not to confess my life; 5 O Lord, I need not to repeat 6 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask; For mercy, Lord, is all my suit; HYMN LXXXVII. Hope in the Covenant. L. M. 1 HOW oft have sin and Satan strove, To rend my soul from thee, my God. But everlasting is thy love, And Jesus seals it with his blood. 2 The oath and promise of the Lord Join to confirm the wondrous grace; Eternal pow'r performs the word, And fills all beav'n with endless praise. 3 Amidst temptations sharp and long, My soul to this dear refuge flies; Hope is my anchor, firm and strong, While tempests blow, and billows rise. 4 The gospel bears my spirit up; A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation of my hope In oaths, and promises, and blood. HYMN LXXXVII. C. M. Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ. 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? as it for crimes that I had done Well might the sun in darkness hide, When God, the mighty Maker, died 'bus might I hide my blushing face, But drops of grief can ne'er repay HYMN LXXXIX. C. M. he Hope of Heaven our Support under Trials on Earth. I bid farewell to ev'ry fear, Should earth against my soul engage, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, Ethiopia stretch her hands, et thy banner be unfurl'd, Not ashamed of Christ. 'M not asham'd to own my Lord, esus, my God! I know his name, Firm as his throne his promise stands, Then will he own my worthless name |