2 3 Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent, Strike with the hammer of thy word, Saviour and Prince of peace, And then the load remove: For thine own mercy's sake, The hind'rance now remove : And into thy protection take The pris'ner of thy love; Stand by my feeble soul, And screen me from my nature's power, Till thou hast made me whole. 4 This is thy will, I know, 1 That I should holy be; Should let my sins this moment go, This moment turn to thee: O might I now embrace Thine all-sufficient power! And never more to sin give place, And never grieve thee more. Bethlehem.] HYMN 30. 7's, 6's, & 18. JCalf back a wand'ring sheep; TESUS, let thy pitying eye False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep: Let me be by grace restor❜d: On me be all long-suff'ring shown; 2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: Give what I have long implor'd, A portion of thy grief unknown : Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 3 For thine own compassion's sake, The gracious wonder show; Cast my sins behind thy back, And wash me white as snow: If thy bowels now are stirr'd, If I now myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 4 See me, Saviour, from above, Life, and happiness, and love, And let thy mercy melt me down; And break my heart of stone. 5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd Redeem me by thy grace alone: 6 Look, as when thy languid eye Was clos'd that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die My Saviour gasp'd) "forgive." Surely with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, "'Tis done;" O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st my heart of stone. Clarks.] HYMN 31. 7's, 6's, & 1 8. LET the world their virtue boast, Their works of righteousness! I, a wretch undone and lost, This, only this, is all my plea : But Jesus died for me. 2 Happy they whose joys abound, His steps I at a distance see; 3 I, like Gideon's fleece, am found, 4 Surely he will lift me up, I cannot give up my hope, 5 Jesus, thou for me hast died, 1 But Jesus died for me. China.] HYMN 32. C. M. WITH VITH glorious clouds encompass'd round, Will the unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me? 2 Will he forsake his throne above, Answer, thou Man of grief and love, 3 In manifested love explain What meant the suffering Son of Man, 4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, That I might now perceive thee near, 5 Come then, and to my soul reveal The wounds which all my sorrows heal, 6 Before my eyes of faith confess'd, 7 JEHOVAH in thy person show, And then the pard'ning God I know, 8 I view the Lamb in his own light, And gaze, transported at the sight, Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 33. 6 lines 8's. 1 JESUS, if still the same thou art, If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor: 2 Thou hast pronounc'd the mourner blest; And lo! for thee I ever mourn; I cannot, no, I will not rest, Till thou my only rest return; 3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd |