Fulfil the imperfect desire;
Thy peace to my conscience reveal;
The sense of thy favour inspire,
And give me my pardon to feel!
4 If when I had put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy pity hath been my relief,
And lifted me up as I mourn'd;
Most pitiful Spirit of Grace,
Relieve me again, and restore;
My spirit in holiness raise,
To fall, and to suffer no more! 5 If now I lament after God,
And gasp for a drop of thy love;
If Jesus hath bought thee with blood,
For me to receive from above;
Come, heavenly Comforter, come!
True Witness of mercy divine,
And make me thy permanent home,
And seal me eternally thine!
HYMN 166. 8 lines, 7's, 6's, & 1-8.
JESUS, take my sins away,
And make me know thy name;
Thou art now as yesterday,
And evermore the same:
Thou my true Bethesda be:
I know within thy arms is room:
All the World may unto thee,
Their House of Mercy, come.
2 See me lying at the Pool,
And waiting for thy grace:
O come down into my soul,
Disclose thy angel-face!
If to une thy bowels move;
If now thou dost
Let the Spirit of thy Love
The helpless sinner heal.
3 Persons thou dost not respect;
Whoe'er for mercy call,
Thou in no wise wilt reject;
Thy mercy is for all:
Thou would'st freely all restore,
Would all the gracious season find,
Fill with goodness, love, and power,
And with a healthful mind.
4 Mercy then there is for ME,
(Away my doubts and fears!)
Plagu'd with an infirmity
For many tedious years.
Jesus, cast a pitying eye;
Thou long hast known my desperate case; Poor and helpless, here I lie,
And wait thy healing grace.
5 Long hath thy good Spirit strove
With my distemper'd soul;
But I still refus'd thy love,
And would not be made whole:
Hardly now at last I yield,
I yield with all my sins to part;
Let my soul be fully heal'd,
And throughly cleans'd my heart.
6 Pain and sickness, at thy word, And sin, and sorrow flies: Speak to me, Almighty Lord,
And hid my spirit rise;
Bid me bear the hallow'd cross,
Which thou, my Lord, hast borne before;
Walk in all thy righteous laws,
And go and sin no more.
HYMN 167. 8 lines, 7's, 6's, & 1-8.
LAMB of God, for sinners slain,
To thee I feebly pray;
Heal me of my grief and pain,
O take my sins away!
From this bondage, Lord, release;
No longer let me be opprest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
2 Wilt thou cast a sinner out,
Who humbly comes to thee?
No, my God, I cannot doubt;
Thy mercy is for me:
Let me then obtain the grace,
And be of Paradise possest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
3 Worldly good I do not want;
Be that to others given:
Only for thy love I pant;
My all in earth and heaven;
This the crown I fain would seize,
The good wherewith I would be blest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
4 This delight I fain would prove,
And then resign my breath!
Join the happy few whose love
Was mightier than death!
Let it not my Lord displease,
That I would die to be thy guest!
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to thy breast!
For Persons convinced of Backsliding.
HYMN 168. 8 lines 7's.
D Mercy still reserv'd for me?
EPTH of Mercy! can there be
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
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.
2 I have spilt his precious blood,
Trampled on the Son of God;
Fill'd with pangs unspeakable!
I, who yet am not in hell!
Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above;
See the cause in Jesu's face,
Now before the throne of grace.
3 Lo! I cumber still the ground;
Lo! an Advocate is found!
"Hasten not to cut him down;
"Let this barren soul alone;"
Jesus speaks, and pleads his blood!
He disarms the wrath of God!
Now my Father's bowels move
Justice lingers into love.
4 Kindled his relentings are;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, "How shall I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
There for me the Saviour stands;
Shews 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?
If I rightly read thy heart;
If thou all compassion art,
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow!
Pardon, and accept me now.
Pity from thine eye let fall;
By a look my soul recall:
Now the stone to flesh convert:
Cast a look, and break my heart.
Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
ESUS, the all-restoring Word,
My fallen spirit's hope,
After thy lovely likeness, Lord,
Ah, when shall I wake up?
2 Thou, O my God, thou only art
The Life, the Truth, the Way:
Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,
My sinking footsteps stay.
3 Of all thou hast in earth below,
In heaven above to give,
Give me thy only love to know,
In thee to walk and live.
4 Fill me with all the life of love;
In mystic union join
Me to thyself, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.
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