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Save, Lord, or I perish.
JESUS, in pity draw near;
Come quickly to help a lost soul;
To comfort a mourner, appear,
And make a poor penitent whole:
The balm of thy mercy apply;
(Thou seest the sore anguish I feel;)
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die;
O save, or I sink into hell.
2 I sink, if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to show:
Come quickly, and kindly display
The power of thy passion below:
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore;
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner-a sinner no more.
Deprecating the withdrawal of the Spirit. TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart,
And shaken off my guilty fears;
And vex'd, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years:
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved:
4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To' exclude me from thy people's rest.
Ardent desires for the Spirit's influences.
COME, holy, celestial Dove,
To visit a sorrowful breast;
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest.
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load;
The sense of acceptance to give,
And sprinkle his heart with the blood..
2 With me if of old thou hast strove,
And strangely withheld me from sin,
And tried, by the lure of thy love,
My worthless affections to win;
The work of thy mercy revive;
Thy uttermost mercy exert;
And kindly continue to strive,
And hold, till I yield thee my heart.
3 Thy call if I ever have known,
And sigh'd from myself to get free,
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thee;
Fulfil the imperfect desire;
Thy peace to my conscience reveal;
The sense of thy favour inspire,
Ard give me my pardon to feel.
HOW oft have I the Spirit grieved,
Since first with me he strove;
How obstinately disbelieved,
And trampled on his love!
How have I sinn'd against the light;
Broken from his embrace;
And would not, when I freely might,
Be justified by grace.
2 But after all that I have done
To drive him from my heart,
The Spirit leaves me not alone,-
He doth not yet depart;
He will not give the sinner o'er;
Ready e'en now to save,
He bids me come as heretofore,
That I his grace may have."
3 I take thee at thy gracious word;
My foolishness I mourn;
And unto my redeeming Lord,
However late, I turn:
Saviour, I yield, I yield at last;
I hear thy speaking blood;
Myself, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God.
DISCLOSE thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers;
Gasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers:
Hasten, Lord, no more delay:
Come, my Saviour, come away.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see:
Till thou inward life impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief:
Fill me, Radiancy divine;
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Groaning for deliverance.
THEN shall thy love constrain, And force me to thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest!
2 Ah! what avail my strife,My wand'ring to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life!
Ah! whither should I go?
8 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall;
I groan to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
Hope springing up.
TY soul before thee prostrate lies;
M To thee, her Source, my spirit dies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free.
2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 Already springing hope I feel,-
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
4 One only care my soul shall know,-
Father, all .hy commands to de;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
JESUS! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord,
Come to my help, pronounce the word,
And bid my troubles end.
2 Deliv'rance to my soul proclaim,
And life and liberty;
Shed forth the virtue of thy Name,
And Jesus prove to me.
3 Faith to be heal'd thou know'st I have,
For thou that faith hast given;
Thou canst, thou wilt, the sinner save,
And make me meet for heaven.
4 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine; Thou wilt victorious prove;
For everlasting strength is thine,
And everlasting love.
That I have trampled on thy blood,
And done despite to thee;
If I begin to wake
Out of my deadly sleep;
Into thine arms of mercy take,
And there forever keep.
2 No other right have I,
Than what the world may claim;
And all may to their God draw nigh,
Through faith in Jesus' name:
Thy death hath wrought the power
For every sinful soul;
That all may know the gracious hour,
And be by faith made whole.
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