2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, When wilt thou banish my complaints, 3 Assure my conscience of her part And bear thy witness with my heart, 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, May thy bless'd wings, celestial Dove, Bethel.] HYMN 45. C. M. MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing hath half thy work to do, 2 Go to the ants; for one poor grain Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live! 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, We, for whose guard the angel-bands 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, 5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still, Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, 6 Give us with active warmth to move, 1 Mear.] HYMN 46. C. M. OD is in this and every place! G But, ! how dark and void; To me 'tis one great wilderness, 2 Empty of Him who all things fills, 3 0 thou who seest and know'st my grief, And break my heart of stone. 4 Regard me with a gracious eye, 5 A darker soul did never yet Thy promis'd help implore: 6 Now, Jesus, now the Father's love The middle wall of sin remove, Peterborough.] HYMN 47. C. M. 1 HOU hidden God, for whom I groan, Till thou thyself declare: God, inaccessible, unknown, A sinner welt'ring in his blood, 2 An unregenerate child of man, The darkness which through thee I feel, 3 Thou hast in unbelief shut up, 4 I would not to thy foe submit; Send forth the pris'ner from the pit, Show me the blood that bought my peace, And all my griefs at once shall cease, 5 Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend! If thou art Truth and Love. What thou for me hast done! A ray of living faith impart, Angels' Hymn.] HYMN 48. L. M. 1 HOU man of griefs, remember me, Thy last mysterious agony, Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat! 4 I tremble, lest the wrath divine, 5 To thee my last distress I bring; The heighten'd fear of death I find; 6 I deprecate that death alone, That endless banishment from thee; Mourner.] HYMN 49. L. M. 1 ORD Jesus, when, when shall it be, When will this war of passions cease, t 30 Saviour, when, when shall I be 4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my courte, 1 Mourner.] HYMN 50. L. M. GOD, to whom in flesh reveal'd 2 With publicans and harlots I, In these thy Spirit's Gospel days, To thee, the sinner's friend, draw nigh, And humbly sue for saving grace. 3 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd, Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor; Weary, I come to thee for rest, And, sick of sin, implore a cure. 4 My sin's incurable disease, Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal; 5 A touch, a word, a look from thee, And save me from my bosom sin. 6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe Thou canst the saving grace impart; |