4 O could I lose myself in thee; Thy depth of mercy prove; Thou vast, unfathomable sea Of unexhausted love?
5 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies: How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy purer eyes?
6 I loathe myself when God I see, And into nothing fall; Content if thou exalted be, And Christ be All in All.
Aylesbury.] HYMN 98. S. M.
10 JESUS! full of grace,
To thee I make my moan, Let me again behold thy face, Call home thy banish'd one.
2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal, And bid me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?
Speak, and my soul shall live; Forgive, my gasping spirit cries, Abundantly forgive.
4 For thine own mercy's sake Relieve my wretchedness, And O my pardon give me back, And give me back my peace!
5 Again thy love reveal,
Restore that inward heaven: O grant me once again to feel, Through faith, my sins forgiven.
Stone to flesh again convert, Write forgiveness on my heart. 2 I believe thy pard'ning grace, As at the beginning free: Open are thy arms to embrace,
Me, the worst of rebels, me: In me all the hind'rance lies; Call'd, I still refuse to rise.
3 Now the gracious work begin; Now for good some token give; Give me now to feel my sin;
Give me now my sin to leave; Bid me look on thee and mourn; Bid me to thy arms return!
4 Take this heart of stone away: Melt me into gracious tears; Grant me power to watch and pray, Till thy lovely face appears: Till thy favour I retrieve,
Till by faith again I live.
Old Windsor.] HYMN 97. C. M.
WHY did I my Saviour leave, So soon unfaithful prove:
How could I thy good Spirit grieve, And sin against thy love?
2 I forc'd thee first to disappear, I turn'd thy face aside;
Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here, Thy servant had not died.
3 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er, And pard'ning love takes place! Assist me, Saviour, to adore
The riches of thy grace.
4 O could I lose myself in thee; Thy depth of mercy prove; Thou vast, unfathomable sea Of unexhausted love?
5 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies: How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy purer eyes?
6 I loathe myself when God I see, And into nothing fall; Content if thou exalted be, And Christ be All in All.
Aylesbury.] HYMN 98. S. M.
JESUS! full of grace,
To thee I make my moan,
Let me again behold thy face, Call home thy banish'd one.
2 Again my pardon seal,
Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal, And bid me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise?
Speak, and my soul shall live; Forgive, my gasping spirit cries, Abundantly forgive.
4 For thine own mercy's sake Relieve my wretchedness, And O my pardon give me back, And give me back my peace!
5 Again thy love reveal,
Restore that inward heaven: O grant me once again to feel, Through faith, my sins forgiven.
6 Thy utmost mercy show,
Say to my drooping soul,
In peace and full assurance go, Thy faith hath made thee whole.
Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 99. 6 lines 8's.
10 GOD, thy righteousness we own:
Judgment is at thy house begun!
With humble awe thy rod we hear, And guilty in thy sight appear: We cannot in thy judgment stand; But sink beneath thy mighty hand. 2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay, And still for mercy, mercy, pray: Unworthy to behold thy face; Unfaithful stewards of thy grace; Our sin and wickedness we own, And deeply for acceptance groan.
3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improv'd, But basely from thy statutes rov'd; And done thy loving Spirit despite, And sinn'd against the clearest light; Brought back thy agonizing pain, And nail'd thee to the cross again. 4 Yet do not drive us from thy face, A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race; But, O! in tender mercy break The iron sinew in our neck:
The soft'ning power of love impart, And melt the marble of our heart.
Clarks.] HYMN 100. 7's, 6's, & 1 8."
FATHER, if thou must reprove,
For all that I have done,
Not in anger, but in love, Chastise thine humbl'd son!
Use the rod, and not the sword; Correct with kind severity; Bring me not to nothing, Lord, But bring me home to thee. 2 True and faithful as thou art, To all thy church and me, Give a new, believing heart,
That knows and cleaves to thee. Freely our backslidings heal;
And by thy balmy blood restor❜d, Grant that every soul may feel, Thou art our pard'ning Lord.
3 Might we now with pure desire, Thine only love request: Now with willing heart entire, Return to Christ our rest! When we our whole heart resign, O Jesus, to be fill'd with thee, Thou art ours, and we are thine, Through all eternity.
Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 101. 6 lines 8's.
GOD, if thou art love indeed! Let it once more be prov'd That I thy mercy's praise may spread, For every child of Adam free; O, let me now the gift embrace; O, let me now be sav'd by grace! 2 If all long-suffering thou hast shown On me, that others may believe, Now make thy loving-kindness known, Now the all-conquering Spirit give; Spirit of victory and power,
That I may never grieve thee more.
3 Grant my importunate request: It is not my desire, but thine;
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