4 Ah! Lord, if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray, Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry,
Mark what my lab'ring soul would say: Answer the deep unutter'd groan, And show that thou and I are one.
5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom; Light in thy light I then shall see; Say to my soul, "Thy light is come, "Glory divine is risen on thee; "Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er; "Look up, for thou shalt weep no more."
6 Lord, I believe thy promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay; Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thy hands my all resign, And wait till all thou art is mine.
WHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near,
And bow myself before thy face?
How in thy purer eyes appear?
What shall I bring to gain thy grace? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High? Will multiply'd oblations please? Thousands of rams his favour buy; Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain.
4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve, Must take the path thyself hast show'd:
Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God.
5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone: Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own. 6 What have I then wherein to trust; I nothing have, I nothing am; Excluded is my every boast; My glory swallow'd up in shame.
7 Guilty I stand before thy face; On me I feel thy wrath abide; 'Tis just the sentence should take place, 'Tis just,-but, O, thy Son hath died! 8 Jesus, the Lainb of God, hath bled, He bore our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse he bow'd his head; 'Tis finish'd! he hath died for me!
9 See, where before thy throne he stands, And pours the all-prevailing prayer! Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there!
10 He ever lives for me to pray;
He prays that I with him may reign: Amen, to what my Lord doth say! Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain.
Hotham.] HYMN 35. 8 lines 7's.
JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, Ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find, Raise the fall'n, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness; False, and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within : Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!
Mount Zion.] HYMN 36. 48's & 26's.
LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger his love than death or hell, Its riches are unsearchable ;
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine! Be mine this better part!
4 O that I could for ever sit, With Mary at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice; My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice! 5 O that I could, with favour'd John, Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast: From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlasting rest!
Durham.] HYMN 37. S. M.
H! whither should I go,
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come,
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home;
And yet from him I stay!
2 What is it keeps me back
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown, Must surely lurk within; Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin.
Jesus, the hind'rance show, Which I have fear'd to see; And let me now consent to know What keeps me back from thee. Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away.
I now believe in thee Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith, to me O let it, Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,
Which thou wouldst fain remove; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love.
Pastoral Hymn.] HYMN 38. 6 lines 8's.
NATHER of Jesus Christ, the Just, My Friend and Advocate with thee, Pity a soul that fain would trust
In him who liv'd and died for me: But only thou canst make him known, And in my heart reveal thy Son. 2 If drawn by thine alluring grace, My want of living faith I feel, Show me in Christ thy smiling face,
What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal;
Thy co-eternal Son display,
And speak my darkness into day.
3 The gift unspeakable impart:
Command the light of faith to shine;
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