4 All is tranquil and serene,
Calm and undisturb'd repose;
There no cloud can intervene;
There no angry tempest blows:
Ev'ry tear is wiped away;
Sighs no more shall heave the breast;
Night is lost in endless day;
Sorrow in eternal rest.
1 MOURNING o'er our great transgressions,
Lord! behold thy people pray;
List'ning to our deep confessions,
Take our num'rous sins away:
Vast their sum-all sum exceeding-
Yet o'er all shall mercy rise;
Mercy, from the throne proceeding,
Mercy, loftier than the skies.
2 Blest are they-how blest in glory!
Objects of thy boundless love-
Who around thy throne adore Thee,
Dwelling in thy courts above:
We, at humble distance bending,
Worship in thy church below;
But e'en here thy love descending
Bids our joys to transport grow.
The Church Christ's garden.
1 CHRIST has a garden wall'd around,
Chosen, and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed by grace
Out of the world's wide wilderness.
2 Like spicy trees believers stand,
Planted by an Almighty hand;
And all the springs in Zion flow
To make the rich plantation grow.
3 Awake, O heavenly Wind! and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume:
Spirit divine! descend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.
4 Make Thou our spices flow abroad,
A grateful incense to our God;
Let faith and hope and love appear,
And ev'ry grace be active here.
The alarmed sinner crying for mercy.
1 O LORD my God! in mercy turn;
In mercy hear a sinner mourn;
To Thee I call, to Thee I cry,
Oh! leave me, leave me not to die!
2 I strove against Thee, Lord! I know,
I spurn'd thy grace, I mock'd thy law:
The hour is past, the day's gone by,
And I am left alone to die.
3 O pleasures past! what are ye now,
But thorns about my bleeding brow?
Spectres that hover round my brain,
And aggravate and mock my pain?
4 Yet, Jesus! Jesus! there I'll cling;
I'll crouch beneath his shelt'ring wing;
I'll clasp the cross, and holding there,
E'en me, oh bliss! his wrath may spare
Humble supplication.
Isa. lv, 6, 7.
AND wilt Thou still be found?
And may I still draw near?
Lord! listen to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's pray'r.
Jesus! thine aid afford,
Since still the same Thou art:
To Thee I look, to Thee, O Lord!
Lift up a wretched heart.
3 Thou seest my troubled breast;
The struggles of my will;
The foes that interrupt my rest;
The pain and grief I feel.
But what avails my strife,
My tossings to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life;
Ah! whither shall I go?
O Thou offended Lord!
Restore my inward peace;
I know Thou canst; pronounce the word,
And bid the tempest cease.
Isa. lv, 9. Luke xv, 11-82.
1 RETURN, O wanderer! return,
And seek thy injured Father's face:
These new desires, that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer! return:
God hears thy deep repentant sigh;
He sees thy soften'd spirit mourn,
When no intruding ear is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer! return:
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live:
Go to his feet, and grateful learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer! return,
And wipe away the falling tear;
'Tis God who says no longer mourn;
"Tis Jesu's voice invites thee near.
5 Return, O wanderer! return: Re-enter mercy's open door;
The power of sov'reign goodness learn,
And never, never wander more.
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