But faith can answer thy demands, Pardon implored. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, And upwards, to thy mercy-seat, 2 If tears of sorrow would suffice Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. 8 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shedNo blood, but thou hast spilt. 4 I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord; Thy justice will approve the word FATHER of mercies-God of love! No worth, to claim thy gracious smile: No-when I bow before thy throneDare to converse with God awhileThy name, blest Jesus, is my pleaDearest and sweetest name to me! 3 Father of mercies-God of love! Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above, Thy throne of glorious majesty: One pardoning word can make me whole, And soothe the anguish of my soul. THOU Lord of all above, And all below the sky, 2 Forgive my follies past, The crimes which I have done; 3 Guilt, like a heavy load, Upon my conscience lies; 4 The burden which I feel, Thou only canst remove; 5 One gracious look of thine Will ease my troubled breast: 218 L. M. Rest sought from the Burden of Sin. AWAKED from sin's delusive sleep, My heavy guilt I feel, and weep: Beneath a weight of woes oppressed, I come to thee, my Lord, for rest. 2 Now, from thy throne of bliss above, 3 By thy divine, transforming power, 219 C. M. Rest sought from the Burden of Sin. 2 Thy promise is my only plea; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By war without, and fear within, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; 5 Oh, wondrous love!-to bleed and die, C. M. 220 Absence from God deprecated. Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace, 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light! 5 Oh! shine on this benighted heart, And let thy healing voice impart 221 S. M. Returning to Christ. YE sons of earth, arise! Ye creatures of a day! Redeem the time-be bold-be wise, 2 The year of gospel-grace, With us rejoice to see; And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty. 3 Blest Saviour-Lord of all! 4 Our former years misspent, 222 C. M. Returning to Christ. HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls-'Return.' 3 And canst thou-wilt thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, That can to life and bliss restore 5 Thy pardoning love-so free-so sweet!-Dear Saviour, I adore; Oh keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. |