2 3 4 5 I feel, alas, that I am dead In trespasses and sins. Ah, whither shall I fly? The law proclaims destruction nigh, When I review my ways, But sure a friendly whisper says, A glimmering from afar ; A beam of day that shines for me, 266 2 "Behold, I am vile." Job xl. 4. How can I dare to venture nigh Is this polluted heart A dwelling fit for thee? Swarming, alas, in every part, 3 If I attempt to pray, 4 And lisp thy holy name, My thoughts are hurried soon away, My soul is put to shame. If in thy word I look, Such darkness fills my mind, I only read a sealed book, 5 And must I then indeed Sink in despair and die? Lord, I believe that thou didst bleed Cowper. S. M. 6 Low at thy feet I bow; Oh pity and forgive; Here will I lie and wait till thou Shalt bid me rise and live. Newton. 267 THE SUPPLIANT. The Suppliant. 1 JESUS, full of all compassion, 4 On the word thy blood hath sealed Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall. 5 Saved the deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above; Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptured with thy love. 268 1 ΑΝ Ingratitude of the sinful Heart. ND will the Lord thus condescend Thus at the door shall mercy stand, 2 Surprising grace!-and shall my heart Has this hard rock no tender part? 8.7. Turner. C. M. 3 Shall Jesus for admittance sue, 4 'Tis sin, alas, with tyrant power, And crowds of traitors bar the door 5 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart; And guard the passage to my heart, 269 1 2 3 Ingratitude lamented. S this the kind return, Are these the thanks we owe Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! Mrs. Steele. What strange, rebellious wretches we, On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, 5 And bow their necks to men; But we, more base, more brutish things, Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh; S. M. Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 6 Let past ingratitude Provoke our ■ ■ ing eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise. 270 1 ΑΝ The Divine Patience. ND are we, wretches, yet alive? Watts. C. M. 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love S Almighty goodness cries-" Forbear"- 4 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command; Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, 1 SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all, Blast me in eternal fire. 4 But with thee there 's mercy found, 272 Review of the Past. 1 A Why heaves the secret sigh? S o'er the past my memory strays, 'Tis that I mourn departed days, 2 The world and worldly things beloved, Watts. 7s. Raffles. C. M. 3 Yet, O my Saviour, wild despair 4 My life's brief remnant all be thine; Bids me this fleeting breath resign, 273 In-dwelling Sin Lamented. 1 WITH tears of anguish I lament, My passion, pride, and discontent, 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, So prone to every sin. 3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel These struggles in my breast? When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, And give my conscience rest? Middleton. C. M. 4 Break, sovereign grace, oh break the charm, And set the captive free: Reveal, Almighty God, thy arm, And haste to rescue me. 274 The Contrite Heart. 1 LORD, I would now repentWith all my idols part, 2 3 And to thy gracious eye present A heart with grief oppressed, Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire; With true sincerity of wo My aching breast inspire. 4 With softening pity look, And melt my hardness down ; Stennett. S. M. |