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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