3 Still we wait for thine appearing
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor, benighted heart.
4 Come, extend thy wonted favour
To our ruin'd, guilty race;
Come, thou blest, exalted Saviour;
Come, apply thy saving grace.
5 By thine all-atoning merit,
Every burden'd soul release;
By the teachings of thy Spirit,
Guide us into perfect peace.
WOULD be thine; O take my heart,
And fill it with thy love;
Thy sacred image, Lord, impart,
And seal it from above.
2 I would be thine; but while I strive To give myself away,
I feel rebellion still alive,
And wander while I pray.
3 I would be thine; but, Lord, I feel
Evil still lurks within:
Do thou thy majesty reveal,
And overcome my sin.
4 I would be thine; I would embrace
The Saviour, and adore
Inspire with faith, infuse thy grace,
And now my soul restore.
IGHT of the Gentile world, appear; Command the blind thy rays to see: Our darkness chase, our sorrows cheer, And set the plaintive pris'ner free.
2 Me, me, who still in darkness sit,
Shut up in sin and unbelief,
Deliver from this gloomy pit,-
This dungeon of despairing grief.
3 Open mine eyes the Lamb to know,
Who bears the gen'ral sin away;
And to my ransom'd spirit show
The glories of eternal day.
THOU who hast our sorrows borne,
Help us to look on thee, and mourn,
On thee, whom we have slain :-
Have pierced a thousand, thousand times,
And by reiterated crimes
Renew'd thy sacred pain.
2 O give us eyes of faith to see
The Man transfix'd on Calvary,-
To know thee who thou art;
The One Eternal God and True;
And let the sight affect, subdue,
And break my stubborn heart.
3 Lover of souls,-to rescue mine,
Reveal the charity divine,
That suffer'd in my stead:That made thy soul a sacrifice,
And quench'd in death those flaming eyes,
And bow'd that sacred head.
4 The veil of unbelief remove;
And by thy manifested love,
And by thy sprinkled blood,
Destroy the love of sin in me,
And get thyself the victory,
And bring me back to God.
THOU, whom fain my soul would love,
Whom only I desire to know:
This veil of unbelief remove,
And show me all thy goodness, show; Jesus, thyself in me reveal;
Tell me thy name, thy nature tell.
2 Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long,
Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known?
I claim thee with a falt'ring tongue;
I pray thee, in a feeble groan,
Tell me, O tell me, who thou art,
And speak thy name into my heart.
3 If now thou talkest by the way
With me, the abject sinner, me,
The mystery of grace display;
Open mine eyes that I may see:
That I may understand thy word,
And now cry out,-It is the Lord!
UTHOR of faith, to thee I cry,
AUTHOR of the not
To thee, who wouldst not have me die,
But know the truth and live:
Open mine eyes to see thy face;
Work in my heart the saving grace;
The life eternal give.
2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan,
And blindly serve a God unknown,
Till thou the veil remove;
The gift unspeakable impart,
And write thy Name upon my heart,
And manifest thy love.
3 I know the work is only thine;
The gift of faith is all divine
But, if on thee we call,
Thou wilt that gracious gift bestow,
And cause our hearts to feel and know
That thou hast died for all.
4 Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in,-
Come unto thee, and rest from sin,-
The blessing seek and find:
Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and have;
Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save
Both me and all mankind.
5 Be it according to thy word;
Now let me find my pard'ning Lord;
Let what I ask be given:
The bar of unbelief remove;
Open the door of faith and love,
And let me into heaven.
The heart of stone.
THAT I could repent,
With all my idols part,
And to thy gracious eye present
An humble, contrite heart;
2 A heart with grief oppress'd,
For having grieved my God;
A troubled heart, that cannot rest
Till sprinkled with thy blood.
3 Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire ;-
With true sincerity of wo
My aching breast inspire.
4 With soft'ning pity look,
And melt my hardness down:
Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone.
FOR a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn heart away;
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake:
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
O Lord, an adamant would melt:
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing moves this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments too, which devils fear—
Amazing thought!-unmoved I hear;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But power divine can do the deed;
And, Lord, that power I greatly need:
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And melt and change this heart of mine.
ATHER of Jesus Christ, the Just,
My Friend and Advocate with thee,
Pity a soul that fain would trust
In Him who lived and died for me:
But only thou canst make him known,
And in my heart reveal thy Son.
2 If, drawn by thine alluring grace,
My want of living faith I feel;
Show me in Christ thy smiling face,-
What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal:
Thy co-eternal Son display,
And speak my darkness into day.
|
