6 Then I repent and vex my soul 7 Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, 138. For conviction and conversion. 3 Give us ourselves, and Thee to know, 4 Conclude us first in unbelief, 5 Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve, The knowledge of our sickness give; 6 That blessed sense of guilt impart, Trouble, and wash the troubled heart 7 Our desperate state through sin declare, And speak our sins forgiven; By perfect holiness prepare, 1 2 Or where for shelter fly? Jesus, a rock Thou art, 3 Secured from every ill, 1 2 140. The broken Heart. Now to thine altar, Lord, And wilt Thou graciously accept To Christ the bleeding Lamb For deliverance from the bondage of sin. 10 THAT Thou wouldst the heavens rent, In majesty come down, Stretch out thine arm omnipotent, 2 Descend, and let thy lightning burn My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn, 3 What though I cannot break my chain, Are possible to God! 4 Is there a thing too hard for Thee, Almighty Lord of all, Whose threatening looks dry up the sea, 5 Who, who shall in thy presence stand, 6 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail, Stronger than all the powers of hell, 7 Jesus! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 8 Deliverance to my soul proclaim, Shed forth the virtue of thy name, And Jesus prove to me. 142. For the Holy Spirit's Influences. 1 STAY, Thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done Thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart, And still shook off my guilty fears; And vex'd, and urged Thee to depart, 3 Though I have most unfaithful been, This only plague I pray remove; 6 Now Lord, my weary soul release, 1 143. For power to watch and pray. THE praying Spirit breathe, 2 Swift to my rescue come; Thy own this moment seize; Arrest the prisoner of thy love, 1 2 3 4 144. For various Gifts and Graces. JESUS, my strength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear'st my prayer. Till I can all things do; I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down, and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss; The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee, when sin is near, A spirit still prepared, And arm'd with jealous care; I rest upon thy word, The promise is for me; My succour and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee. But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, |