3 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail;
Nearer to save thou art;
Stronger than all the powers of hell,
And greater than my heart.
4 Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye;
Thy promised aid I claim:
Father of mercies, glorify
Thy favourite Jesus' name.
5 Salvation in that name is found,
Balm of my grief and care;
A medicine for every wound,-
All, all I want is there.
The Redeemer's tears.
Christ o'er sinners weep,
D'And shall our cheeks be dry!
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears
The wond'ring angels see;
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul;
He shed those tears for thee.
8 He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
379 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. Humility and contrition.
ESUS, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restored;
On me be all long-suff'ring shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of thy grief unknown:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 For thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sius behind thy back,
And wash me white as snow:
If thy bowels now are stirr'd,
If now I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
380 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.
Continued.-The heart broken.
SAVIOUR, see me 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.
2 Look, as when thine eye pursued
The first apostate man,
Saw him weft'ring in his blood,
And bade him rise again;
Speak my paradise restored;
Redeem me by thy gruce alone:
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 Look, as when thy languid eye Was closed that we might live; Father, (at the point to die
My Saviour pray'd,) forgive! Surely with that dying word
He turns, and looks, and cries,-'Tis done! O, my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou break'st my heart of stone.
Determined importunity.
BECAUSE for me the Saviour prays,
And pleads his death for me, God hath vouchsafed a longer space, And spared the barren tree.
2 Time to repent thou dost bestow;
Now, Lord, the power impart,
And let mine eyes with tears o'erflow,
And break my stubborn heart.
8 I now from all my sins would turn,
To my atoning God;
And look on him I pierced, and mourn,
And feel the sprinkled blood:---
4 Would nail my passions to the cross,
Where my Redeemer died;
And all things else account but loss
For Jesus crucified.
5 Giver of penitential pain,
Before thy cross I lie;
In grief determined to remain
Till thou thy blood apply.
6 Forgiveness on my conscience seal;
Bestow thy promised rest;
With purest love thy servant fill,
And number with the blest.
Hardness of heart lamented.
THAT I could revere
My much offended God;
O that I could but stand in fear
Of thy afflicting rod !
2 If mercy cannot draw,
Thou by thy threat'nings move;
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.
3 Let me with horror fly
From every sinful snare;
Nor longer, in my Judge's eye,
My Judge's anger dare.
4 Thou great, tremendous God,
The conscious ewe impart;
The grace be now on me bestow'd,-
The tender, fleshly heart.
5 For Jesus' sake alone,
The stony heart remove;
And melt at last, O melt me down,
Into the mould of love.
6th P. M. 6 lines 7s.
The Publican's prayer.
SAVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race,
Save me; from thy lofty throne
Give the sweet relenting grace;
Soften this obdurate stone;-
Stone to flesh, O God, convert;
Cast a look, and break my heart!
2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove;
All mine inmost sins reveal;
Sins against thy light and love,
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucified my Lord,-
Spilt again thy precious blood.
3 Jesus, seek thy wand'ring sheep;
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn:
Till I say, by grace restored,-
Now, thou know'st, I love thee, Lord.
4 Might I in thy sight appear
As the publican distress'd;
Stand, not daring to draw near;
Sinite on my unworthy breast;
Groan the sinner's only plea,-
God be merciful to me!
5 O remember me for good:
Passing through the mortal vale,
Show me the atoning blood:
When my strength and spirits fail,
Give my fainting soul to see
Jesus crucified for me.
FOR that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembling at thy word; C for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow; That consciousness of guilt, which fears The long-suspended blow.
2 Saviour, to me, in pity, give
The sensible distress;
The pledge thou wilt at last receive,
And bid me die in peace :
Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;
My spirit hide with saints above,-
My body, in the tomb.
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