5 6 1 2 3 5 To rescue me from wo, My worthless heart to gain, SECOND PART. AND can I yet delay, My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, Nay, but I yield, I yield! I sink, by dying love compell'd, Though late, I all forsake, Come, and possess me whole, My one desire be this, Thy only love to know; To seek and taste no other bliss, No other good below. 6 My life, my portion thou, Thou all-sufficient art; My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Majesty.] HYMN 68. C. M. FIRST PART. 10 THAT thou wouldst the heavens rept, In majesty come down; Stretch out thine arm omnipotent, And seize me for thine own! 2 Descend, and let thy lightnings burn My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn, 3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide, 4 What though I cannot break my chain, The things impossible to men, 5 Is there a thing too hard for thee, Whose threat'ning looks dry up the sea, 6 Who, who shall in thy presence stand, 7 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail; Stronger than all the powers of hell, B Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye; 9 Salvation in that name is found, SECOND PART. 1 JESU! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, 2 Deliv'rance to my soul proclaim, Shed forth the virtue of thy name, 3 Faith to be heal'd thou know'st I have; 4 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine; Thou wilt victorious prove: For everlasting strength is thine, 5 Thy powerful Spirit shall subdue Cleanse this foul heart, and make it new, 6 Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear thy call; My soul in confidence shall rise, Shall rise and break through all. 7 Speak, and the deaf shall hear thy voice, The blind his sight receive; The dumb in songs of praise rejoice; 8 The Ethiop then shall change his skin; 1 Kennebeck.] HYMN 69. 48's & 26's. T FIRST PART. HEE, Jesus, thee, the sinner's friend, Renew the glorious strife; With faith's strong arm on thee lay hold, 2 Thy heart, I know, thy tender heart My powerful sighs thou canst not bear, 3 Give me the grace, the love I claim; He helps my soul's infirmity, 4 Answer, O Lord, thy Spirit's groan! SECOND PART. 1 PRIS'NER of hope, to thee I turn, And, calmly confident, I mourn, And pray, and weep for thee: Tell me thy love, thy secret tell, 2 Descend, pass by me, and proclaim, 3 Plenteous he is in truth and grace; 4 Mercy he doth for thousands keep; 5 Take me into thy people's rest, 1 Kennebeck.] HYMN 70. 48's & 2 6's. Reveal the beauties of thy face, The middle wall remove : Appear and banish my complaint; |