With cords of love he drew me on, And half unveil'd his face.
3 Butter and honey did I eat, And lifted up on high,
I saw the clouds beneath my feet, And rode upon the sky.
4 Far, far above all earthly things Triumphantly I rode;
I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings, And found and talk'd with God.
5 Where am I now? from what a height Of happiness cast down! The glory swallow'd up in night, And faded is the crown.
6 O God, thou art my home, my rest, For which I sigh in pain! How shall I 'scape into thy breast, My Eden now regain?
Mear.] HYMN 89. C. M.
FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd, How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest:
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Islington.] HYMN 90. L. M.
1 HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 Oh! wash my soul from every sin! And make my guilty conscience clean! Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy work,
Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.
Wells.] HYMN 91. L. M.
H! Lord, with trembling I confess,
The salt may lose its seasoning power, And never, never find it more!
2 Lest that my fearful case should be, Each moment knit my soul to thee: And lead me to the mount above, Through the low vale of humble love.
Condolence.] HYMN 92. 4 lines 7's.
DEPTH of can
EPTH of mercy! can there be
Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace; Long provok'd him to his face; Would not hearken to his calls: Griev'd him by a thousand falls.
3 Kindled his relentings are, Me he now delights to spare; Cries, "how shall I give thee up?" Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands; Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands! God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus weeps and loves me still.
5 Jesus, answer from above, Is not all thy nature love? Wilt thou not the wrong forget? Suffer me to kiss thy feet?
6 Now incline me to repent! Let me now my fall lament! Now my foul revolt deplore! Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Amsterdam.] HYMN 93. 8 lines 7's & 6's.
WILL hearken what the Lord
Will say concerning me; Hast thou not a gracious word For one who waits on thee? Speak it to my soul, that I
May in thee have peace and power; Never from my Saviour fly,
And never grieve thee more. 2 How have I thy Spirit griev'd, Since first with me he strove! Obstinately disbeliev'd,
And trampled on thy love! I have sinn'd against the light; I have broke from thy embrace: No, I would not, when I might, Be freely sav'd by grace.
3 After all that I have done
To drive thee from my heart, Still thou wilt not leave thine own, Thou wilt not yet depart; Wilt not give the sinner o'er; Ready art thou now to save; Bidst me come as heretofore, That I thy life may have.
4 0 thou meek and gentle Lamb! Fury is not in thee;
Thou continuest still the same, And still thy grace is free; Still thine arms are open wide, Wretched sinners to receive:
Thou hast once for sinners died, That all may turn and live.
5 Lo! I take thee at thy word, My foolishness I mourn; Unto thee, my bleeding Lord, However late, I turn: Yes; I yield, I yield at last, Listen to thy speaking blood; Me, with all my sins, I cast On my atoning God.
Old Hundred.] HYMN 94. L. M.
AVIOUR, I now with shame confess, My thirst for creature-happiness; By base desires I wrong'd thy love, And forc'd thy mercy to remove. 2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke, But when thou didst thy grace revoke, And when thou didst thy face conceal, Thy absence I refus'd to feel.
3 I knew not that the Lord was gone; In my own froward will went on; I liv'd to the desires of men, And thou hast all my wand'rings seen. 4 Yet, O the riches of thy grace! Thou, who hast seen my evil ways, Wilt freely my backslidings heal, And pardon on my conscience seal. 5 For this I at thy footstool wait, Till thou my peace again create: Fruit of thy gracious lips restore My peace, and bid me sin no more!
6 Far off, yet at thy feet I lie, (Till thou again thy blood apply; E
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