UNFAITHFULNESS AND BACKSLIDING 546 S LAMENTED. Mourning departed joys. C. M. WEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pardoning blood Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed, His praises tuned my tongue; And when the evening shades prevailed, His love was all my song. 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I called each promise mine. 4 But now, when evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, 5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail; I know thy mercy cannot fail; 547 Sad reflections on spiritual sloth. John Newton. C. M. MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul! 2 Go to the ants! for one poor grain 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 the heavenly hill, And warm our frozen hearts! 6 Give us with active warmth to move, With hands of faith, and wings of love, 548 MY Returning to Christ. Isaac Watts. Y head is low, my heart is sad, C. M. 2 It was thy love that homeward led, 3 O Saviour, in this broken heart Which longs to reach thee where thou art, Rest in thee and be still. 4 Within that bosom which hath shed Both tears and blood for me, O let me hide this aching head, John S. B. Monsell. 549 C. M. For the return of the Spirit. A calm and heavenly frame; 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road 550 AS S pants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee my God, the living God, O when shall I behold thy face, 3 I sigh to think of happier days, When thou, O Lord, wast nigh; When every heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God, 551 Tate and Brady. God gracious to the contrite. C. M. YOME, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return; COM Our God is gracious, nor will leave 2 His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave; His arm, though it be strong to smite, 3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, 4 As dew upon the tender herb, As showers that usher in the spring, 5 So shall his presence bless our souls, That hallowed morn shall chase away 552 Love to the Saviour. John Morrison. ARK, my soul! it is the Lord; 7. His thy Saviour, hear his word: Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee: 2 "I delivered thee when bound, 3 "Can a mother's tender care 4 "Mine is an unchanging love, William Cowper. 553 God's absence deprecated. Contrition's humble sigh; S. M. Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye; 2 See, at thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn: 3 Shall guilty fears prevail |