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'L With unavailing pain :

Hymn 35. C. M.
ONG' have I seem'd to serve thee, Lord,
Fasted, and pray'd, and read thy word,

And heard it preach'd in vain. 2 Oft did I with th' assembly join,

And near thy altar drew;
A form of godlivess was mine,

The power I never knew. 3 I rested in the outward law,

Nor knew its deep design;
The length and breadth I never saw,

And height of love divine.
4 To please thee thus at length I see,

Vainly I hop'd and strove;
For what are outward things to thee,

Unless they spring from love! 3 I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts;
Our full consent, our whole desires,

Our undivided hearts.
6 But I of means have made my boast,

Of means an idol made; The spirit in the letter lost,

The substance in the shade. 7 Where am I now, or what my hope?

What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:

Tis thou must make it new..

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Hymn 36. C. M.
VOD is in this and every place,

But O! how dark and void
To me; 'tis one great wilderness,

This earth without my God.
2 Empty of him who all things fills,

Till he his light impart:
Till he bis glorious self reveals,

The veil is on my heart. 3 0 thou who seest and know'st my grief,

Thyself unseen, unknown;
Pity iny helpless unbelief,

And break my heart of stone. 4 Regard me with a gracious eye,

The long-sought blessing give: And bid me, at the point to die,

Behold thy face, and live. 5 A darker soul did never yet

Thy promis'd help implore;
O that I now my Lord might meet,

And never lose him more!
6 Now, Jesus, now the Father's love

Shed in my heart abroad : The middle wall of sin remove, And let me into God.

Hymn 37. C. M. VHOU hidden God, for whom I groan,

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2 A sinner welt'ring in his blood,

Unpurg'd and uuforgiven;
Far distant from the living God,

As far as hell from heaven. 3 An unregen'rate child of man,

To thee for faith I call;
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,

Ånd raise me from my fall.
4 The darkness which, thro' thee, I feel,

Thou only canst remove; Thine own eternal power rcvral,

The Deity of love.
5 I am in unbelier shut up,

That grace may let me go ;
In hope, believing against hope,

I wait the truth to know.
6 Thou wilt in me reveal thy name,

Thou wilt thy light afford;
Bound and oppress’d, yet thine I am,

The pris'ner of the Lord.
7 I would not to thy foe submit:

I hate the tyrant's chain ;
Send forth thy pris’ner from the pit,

Nor let me cry in vain. 8 Show me the blood that bought my peace,

The cov’oant blood apply!
And all my griefs at once shall cease,

And all my sins shall die.
9 Now, Lord, if thou art power,

descend :
The mountain sin remove;
My unbelief and troubles end,

it thou art truth and love!

10 Speak, Jesus, speak into my heart,

What thou for me hast done; One grain of living faith impart, And God is all my own.

Hymn 38. L. M. TWI

HOU Man of griefs, remember me,

Who never canst thyself forget Thy last mysterious agony,

Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat. 2 When wrestling in the strength of prayer,

Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; Thy feeble flesh abhorrd to bear

The wrath of an Almighty God. 3 Father, if I may call thee so,

Regard my fearful heart's desire: Remove this load of guilty wo,

Nor let me in my sins expire. 4 I tremble, lest the wrath divine,

Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mipe,

Long as eternal ages roll. 3 To thee my last distress I bring !

The heighten'd fear of death I find; The tyrant brandishing his sting,

Appears, and hell is close behind. 6 I deprecate that dcatb alone,

That endless banishment from thee: O save, and give me to thy Son,

Who trembled, wept, and bled for me!

Hymn 39. L. M. 'L bec:

ORD Jesus, when, when shall it be,
Wheu will this war of passions cease,

And my free soul enjoy thy peace? 2 Here I repent and sin again;

Now I revive, and now am slain;
Slain with the saune unhappy dart,

Which Ob! too often wounds my heart! 3 O Saviour, when, when shall I be

A garden seal'd to all but thee?
No more expos’d, no more undone ;

But live and grow to thee alone?
4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,

And draw me on with thy sweet force
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By thee my way, to thee my end.

Hymn 40. L. M.
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GOD to whom in flesh reveal'd,

The helpless all for succour came; The sick to be reliev'd and heald,

And found salvation in thy name. 2 With publicans and harlots I,

In these thy Spirit's gospel days,
To thee, the singer's friend, draw nigh,

And humbly sue for saving grace.
3 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd,

Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor'; Weary I come to thee for rest,

And sick of sin implore a cure.

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