2 Long I've wandered round and round,
Sought relief, but none have found;
Now at last I come to thee,
Save me, Lord; O, set me free!
Yes, I hear the potent word;
Yes, my earnest prayer is heard;
Once in bondage, now I'm free;
Saved, dear Lord, and saved by thee!
3 From my back the burden rolled,—
Burden high of sins untold;—
From my heart all sense of shame
Passed away when Jesus came.
O what love in Christ I found!
Love so high, so broad, profound;
Love that I can never tell;
Love that saved my soul from hell.
4 How shall I the debt repay,-
Debt that swells from day to day?—
How can I in words reveal
That which in my heart I feel?
Ah! my soul, it ne'er can be ;
Love divine's too high for thee;
What I owe to Christ to-day
Words or deeds can ne'er repay.
5 Bankrupt 'neath the cross I stand:
Thus I sing,-O, sea! O, land
"In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling."
Sung by one the Spirit moves;
Love is all he asks from me,
That he has, most full, most free.
W. H. Littlejohn.
1 JESUS, merciful and mild,
Lead me as a helpless child:
On no other arm but thine
Would my weary soul recline;
Thou art ready to forgive,
Thou canst bid the sinner live,
Guide the wanderer, day by day,
In the strait and narrow way.
2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace
For the heavenly dwelling-place;
All thy promises are sure,
Ever shall thy love endure;
Then what more could I desire,
How to greater bliss aspire?
All I need, in thee I see;
Thou art all in all to me.
3 Jesus, Saviour all divine,
Hast thou made me truly thine?
Hast thou bought me by thy blood?
Reconciled my heart to God?
Hearken to my tender prayer,
Let me thine own image bear;
Let me love thee more and more,
Till I reach heaven's blissful shore.
Thomas Hastings.
1. Jesus, full of all compassion, Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
2 Whither should my soul be flying
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither from the dread of dying
But to him who ever lives?
While I view thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless on the cursed tree,
Fain I'd feel my heart believing
Thou didst suffer thus for me.
3 With thy righteousness and Spirit
I am more than angels blessed;
Heir with thee, all things inherit,-
Peace and joy, and endless rest:
Saved! the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with thy love.
1 YE who know your sins forgiven,
And are happy in the Lord,
Have you read that gracious promise
Which is left us in his word?
I will sprinkle you with water,
I will cleanse you from all sin,
Sanctify and make you holy,
I will dwell and reign within.
2 Though you have much peace and comfort Greater things you yet may find,Freedom from unholy tempers,
Freedom from the carnal mind.
To procure your perfect freedom,
Jesus suffered, groaned, and died;
On the cross the healing fountain
Gushes from his wounded side.
1 TAKE my heart, O Father, take it! Make and keep it all thine own; Let thy Spirit melt and break it, This proud heart of sin and stone. Father, make it pure and lowly,
Fond of peace and far from strife,
Turning from the paths unholy,
Of this vain and sinful life.
2 Ever let thy grace surround it,
Strengthen it with power divine;
Till thy cords of love have bound it,
Make it to be wholly thine.
May the blood of Jesus heal it,
Ånd its sins be all forgiven;
Holy Spirit, take and seal it,
Guide it in the path to heaven.
1. O, how hap-py are they Who their Saviour o-bey, And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can nev-er ex-press The sweet comfort and peace of a soul in its ear
[Tune, Chardon. No. 235.]
10 THOU that hearest the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done,
And suffered once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood:
That righteousness my robe shall be,
That merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
3 Then save me from the second death, The Spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send;
By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
"Thy Maker is thy friend."
4 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come, take possession of thine own ;
For thou hast set me free:
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.
3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, Relying on thy faithful word; Now send thy Spirit from above, Now fill our hearts with heavenly love. 474
1 Now we have met in Jesus' name,
To glorify our Lord we aim;
We strive each duty to fulfill,
With anxious thoughts to do his will.
1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone! 2 We've met in love and holy fear,
Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire:
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste, above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.
473 1 WHERE two or three, with sweet accord, Obedient to their sovereign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn prayer and praise, 2 There, says the Saviour, will I be, Amid this little company;
To them unvail my smiling face,
And shed my glories round the place.
To hear the happy saints declare The rich compassion of a GodThe virtues of a Saviour's blood. 30 Saviour, help them to express The wonders of triumphant grace, While to the church they freely own What for their souls the Lord hath done. Samuel Stennett. 475
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