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THE

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

PART IV.
MISCELLANEOUS HYMNS.

325.
The strife between sin and grace.

1 LoNG I strove my God to love,
Long I strove his laws to keep;
Fain would fix my thoughts above,
Mingle with the Saviour's sheep;
But my striving all proved vain,
Still I found my heart in pain;
Yet my vileness never saw,
Till declared accursed by law.

2 Then with sense of guilt oppress'd,
All my soul was sunk in fear;
Grief and anguish fill'd my breast:
Then did Jesus Christ appear;
Not with vengeance in his eyes,
No, but as a sacrifice,
Acceptable unto God;
Glorious offering ! precious blood!

3 He was offer'd on the tree,
Jesus the unspotted Lamb;
Worthy truth, great mystery!
By his blood salvation came.

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By his stripes my wounds are heal’d,
By his death, God's love reveal’d;
We, once strangers far from God,
Are brought nigh by Jesus' blood.

326.

Formality and Ordinances. LONG have I seem'd to serve Thee, Lord, With unavailing pain; Fasted and pray'd, and read thy word, And heard it preach'd, in vain?

Oft did I with the assembly join,
And near thine altar drew;

A form of godliness was mine,
The power I never knew.

I rested in the outward law,
Nor knew its deep design;

The length and breadth I never saw,
And height, of love divine.

To please Thee thus, at length I see,
Vainly I hoped and strove;

For, what are outward things to Thee,
Unless they spring from love?

I see the perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;

Our full consent, our whole desires,
Our undivided hearts.

But I of means have made my boast:
Of means an idol made

The spirit in the letter lost,
The substance in the shade!

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327.

Submission to the Grace of God.
1 STILL for thy loving-kindness, Lord,
I in thy temple wait:
I look to find Thee in thy word.
Or at thy table meet.

2 Here in thine own appointed ways,
I wait to learn thy will;
Silent I stand before thy face,
And hear Thee say, “Be still!”

3 “Be still, and know that I am God!”
'Tis all I live to know;
To feel the virtue of thy blood,
And spread its praise below !

4 I wait my vigour to renew,
Thine image to retrieve;
The veil of outward things pass through,
And gasp in Thee to live.

5 I work; and own the labour vain;
And thus from works I cease:
I strive; and see my fruitless pain,
Till God create my peace.

6 Fruitless, till Thou thyself impart,
Must all my efforts prove;
They cannot change a sinful heart,
They cannot purchase love.

7 I do the thing thy laws enjoin,
And then the strife give o'er;
To Thee I then the whole resign,
I trust in means no more.

8 I trust in Him who stands between
The Father's wrath and me:
Jesu, Thou great eternal Mean,
I look for all from Thee!

328. Seeking Rest. 1 AH! whither should I go, Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint?

2 My Saviour bids me come,
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet for Him I stay!

3 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?

4. Some cursed thing unknown
Must surely lurk within;
Some idol which I will not own,
Some secret bosom-sin.

5 Jesus, the hinderance show,
Which I have fear'd to see:
Yet, let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from Thee.

6 Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.

7 I now believe, in Thee
Compassion reigns alone:
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!

8 In me is all the bar,
Which Thou would'st fain remove;
Remove it, and I shall declare,
That God is only love.

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329.
Watchfulness.
I want a principle within,
Of jealous, godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near;
I want the first approach to feel,
Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

From Thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve;
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience makes
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

330.

For power over sin.
I want the Spirit of power within,
Of love, and of a healthful mind;
Of power to conquer inbred sin,
Of love to Thee, and all mankind;
Of health, that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.

When shall I hear the inward voice,
Which only faithful souls can hear?
Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys,
Attend the promised Comforter:
O come, and righteousness divine,
And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine !

O that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast;
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!

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