Joyful at God's right-hand appear,
A blessing to receive.
3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,
Dragg'd to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?
4 Ah! no:-I still may turn and live,
For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me his grace.
5 I will accept his offers now,
From every sin depart;
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render him my heart.
6 I will improve what I receive,
The grace through Jesus given;
Sure, if with God on earth I live,
To live with God in heaven.
Bethlehem.] HYMN 24. 7's, 6's, & 18.
1 AMB of God for sinners slain,
To thee I humbly pray
Heal me of my grief and pain,
O take my sins away.
From this bondage, Lord, release;
No longer let me be opprest: Jesus, master, seal my peace, And take me to thy breast!
2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out, Who humbly comes to thee?
No, my God, I cannot doubt
Thy mercy is for me:
Let me then obtain the grace,
And be of paradise possest:
Jesus, master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
3 Worldly good I do not want:
Be that to others given:
Only for thy love I pant;
My all in earth or heaven;
This the crown I fain would seize,
The good wherewith I would be blest:
Jesus, master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
4 This delight I fain would prove,
And then resign my breath,
Join the happy few whose love
Was mightier than death!
Let it not my Lord displease,
That I would die to be thy guest!
Jesus, master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
10THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear!
Thy words to hear, thy pow'r to feel: Suffer the sinners to draw near,
And graciously receive us still.
2 They that be whole, thyself hast said,
No need of a physician have ;
But I am sick, and want thine aid,
And wait thine utmost pow'r to save.
3 Thy pow'r and truth, and love divine,
The same from age to age endure:
A word, a gracious word of thine,
The most invet'rate plague can cure.
4 Helpless, howe'er, my spirit lies,
And long hath languish'd at the pool,
A word of thine shall make it rise,
And speak me in a moment whole.
5 Eighteen, or eight and thirty years,
Or thousands, are alike to thee;
Soon as thy loving grace appears,
My plague is gone; my heart is free,
6 Make this the acceptable hour!
Come, O my soul's physician, thou!
Display thy sanctifying pow'r,
And show me thy salvation now.
New Sabbath.] HYMN 26. L. M.
M Tempted in every point like me;
Y sufferings all to thee are known,
Regard my grief, regard thy own;
Jesus, remember Calvary!
2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers!
Thy agony and sweat of blood!
Thy strong and bitter cries and tears!
Thy mortal groan, "My God! my God!?
3 For whom didst thou the cross endure?
Who nail'd thy body to the tree?
Did not thy death my life procure?
O let thy bowels answer me!
4 Art thou not touch'd with human wo?
Hath pity left the Son of Man?
Dost thou not all my sorrows know,
And claim a share in all my pain?
5 Have I not heard, have I not known,
That thou, the everlasting Lord,
Whom heaven and earth their Maker own,
Art always faithful to thy word?
6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
Or quench the smallest spark of grace,
Till through the soul thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness.
7 The day of small and feeble things,
I know thou never wilt despise;
I know, with healing in his wings,
The Sun of Righteousness shall rise. 8 With labour faint, thou wilt not fail, Or, wearied, give the sinner o'er, Till in this earth thy judgments dwell, And, born of God, I sin no more.
OW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word:
Ho! ye despairing sinners come,
And trust a faithful Lord.
3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
O help my unbelief.
4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into thy arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.
Eutaw.] HYMN 28. 6 lines 8's.
NATHER of lights, from whom proceeds
FWhate'er thy ev'ry creature needs
Whose goodness providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry:
To thee I look, my heart prepare;
Suggest and hearken to my prayer.
2 Since, by thy light, myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee:
Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say:
Thou seest my wants, for help they call,
And ere I speak thou know'st them all.
3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will,
Averse to good, and prone to ill;
Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love.
4 Fain would I know as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan!
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.
5 Ah, give me, Lord, myself to feel,
My total misery reveal:
Ah, give me, Lord, (I still would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray:
My business this, my only care,
My life, my every breath be prayer.
Stafford.] HYMN 29. S. M.
THAT I could repent!
O that I could believe!
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