God of all grace and majesty! If I have favour found with Thee A fear, lest I should ever grieve Since mercy is indeed with Thee, Or sin against Thy love: This choicest fruit of faith bestow On a poor sojourner; And let me pass my days below Still may I walk as in Thy sight, My wandering heart to Thee ; Still let me, till my days are past, At Jesus' feet abide; So shall He lift me up at last, And seat me by His side. XX. SEEKING GOD. YE shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all you heart.-JER. xxix. 13. When Thou saidst, Seek ye my face, my heart said unto Thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek.-PSALM Xxvii. 8. Num. xiv. 24-Deut. iv. 29-Josh. xxiv. 23-1 Chron. xvi. 10, 11-xxii. 19-xxviii. 9—2 Chron. xv. 2, 12, 15-xvi. 12-xix. 3-xx. 3, 4, 30-xxx. 18-20-xxxi. 20, 21-Ezra viii. 21-23— Job v. 8-viii. 5, 7-Psalm ix. 10-xxii. 26-xxvii. 8-xxxiv. 10 xl. 16-lxi. 1, 2—lxiii. 1-lxix. 32-lxx. 4-cv. 3, 4-cxix. 2, 10 -Prov. viii. 17, 35-xxviii. 5-Cant. iii. 1, 2, 4-Isaiah viii. 19 -ix. 13-xxvi. 9-xlv. 19, 22—li. 1-lv. 6-lviii. 2-Jer. iii. 22 -xxix. 13-xxx. 21-Hos. v. 15—vi. 1—x. 12-Amos v. 4, 6, 8 -Zeph. ii. 3. Matt. vi. 33-vii. 7-xxviii. 5-Luke xi. 9, 10-xix. 2-6John vi. 35, 37, 44, 45, 65-xii. 20, 21-Acts xvii. 27-Heb. vii. 25-xi. 6-1 Pet. ii. 4, 5-Rev. xxi. 6. With doubts, and fears, and cares opprest, Where shall the troubled soul find rest? If grief for sin thy peace destroy, With prayers and tears God's mercy prove; From Him seek pardon, rest, and joy, Seek, you shall find-for God is love. In Jesus hear His mercy speak, Fear Him who reigns in heaven above; From heaven He came the lost to seek, Jesus is God, and God is love. LORD TEIGNMOUTH. Would you find the Saviour? Lowly, meek, and mild— Seek Him in lone places; Seek, where seraph-legions Loud thanksgivings roll Seek Him, in fall'n regions, In air, earth, and ocean, J. A. LA TROBE. (a Translation.) Sinner, whither wilt thou go, Lift thine heart and lift thine eyes; Here is all the remedy Jesus lived and died for thee. Strive, nor faint! though o'er thy soul Sorrows heavy billows roll, Though thy heart scarce form a prayer, 'Gainst the evil swelling there; Keep thine eyes through good and ill Fails thy prayer? Here look and see! M. A. BROwne. Just as I am-without one plea, L Just as I a am-and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, Just as I am though tossed about 66 O Lamb of God, I come! Just at I am-poor, wretched, blind, Yea, all I need in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come -Thou wilt receive, Just as I am-' Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am-Thy love unknown Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! 66 INVALID'S HYMN BOOK." |