Say to me now, "A-wake, a-wake! And Christ shall make thee whole!"
2 Touch with thy mighty hand;
Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand
My danger and thy power.
3 Give me on thee to call,
Always to watch and pray,
Lest I into temptation fall,
And cast my shield away.
4 For each assault prepared
And ready may I be;
Forever standing on my guard,
And looking up to thee.
5 0 do thou always warn
My soul of evil near; When to the right or left I turn, Thy voice still let me hear: 6" Come back! this is the way; Come back and walk therein;" O may I hearken and obey,
And shun the paths of sin.
10 THOU whose mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh,
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From Sorrow's weeping eye;-
2 See, at thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn:
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, "Return"?
Speak, and my soul shall live; Forgive," my stricken spirit cries, "Abundantly forgive.'
4 Thine utmost mercy show; Say to my drooping soul, "In peace and full assurance go; Thy faith hath made thee whole." Charles Wesley.
2 I delivered thee when bound,
And when wounded, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
3 Can a mother's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare? >
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4 Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the hights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be:
Say, poor sinner, fov'st thou me?
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love's so weak and faint; Yet I love thee, and adore; O for grace to love thee more! 588 1 GOD of mercy, God of grace, Hear our sad, repentant song; Sorrow dwells on every face,
Penitence on every tongue.
2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent;
1 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love? 3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
4 Could I joy with saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorred,
Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord?
5 Lord, decide the doubtful case,
Thou who art thy people's Sun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
2 For thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow:
If thy pity now is stirred,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die!
Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Clothe me with thy holiness,
Thy meek humility;
Put on me thy glorious dress-
Endue my soul with thee:
Let thine image be restored,
Thy name and nature let me prove;
Fill me with thy fullness, Lord,
And perfect me in love.
1 JESUS, Friend of sinners, hear
Yet once again, I pray;
From my debt of sin set clear,
For I have naught to pay:
Speak, O speak the kind release,
A poor backsliding soul restore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
2 For my selfishness and pride
Thou hast withdrawn thy grace;
Left me long to wander wide,
An outcast from thy face;
But I now my sins confess,
And mercy, mercy, I implore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
3 Sin's deceitfulness hath spread
A hardness o'er my heart;
But if thou thy Spirit shed,
The stony shall depart:
Shed thy love, thy tenderness,
And let me feel thy softening power;
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
1. We all, O Lord, have gone a-stray, And wandered from thy heavenly way: The wilds of
2 In penitential grief we sigh,
And lift to thee our humble cry,
Won by thy love, we turn to Him
Who died to save us from our sin.
3 Hear us, great Shepherd of thy sheep!
Our wanderings heal, our footsteps keep:
We seek thy sheltering fold again,
Nor shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain.
4 O God! we praise thee for thy grace:
How sweet the smiling of thy face!
O let thy grace our hearts control,
And fill with love each longing soul.
5 Teach us to know and love thy way;
And grant, to life's remotest day,
By thine unerring guidance led,
Our willing feet thy paths may tread.
Josiah Pratt.
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1 Он, turn, great Ruler of the skies!
Turn from my sin thy searching eyes;
Nor let the offenses of my hand
Within thy book recorded stand.
2 Give me a will to thine subdued,
A conscience pure, a soul renewed;
Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,
An outcast from thy presence roam.
3 0, let thy Spirit to my heart
Once more his quickening aid impart;
My mind from every fear release,
And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace.
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