Kirke-p. 59.1 HYMN 103. L. M.
HEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye,
The thousands of our Israel see;
To thee in their behalf we cry,
Ourselves but newly found in thee.
2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,
And neither food nor feeder have;
Nor fold, nor place of refuge near;
For no man cares their souls to save.
3 Wild as the untaught Indian's brood,
The Christian savages remain;
Strangers, yea, enemies to God,
They make thee spill thy blood in vain. 4 Thy people, Lord, are sold for nought; Nor know they their Redeemer nigh: They perish whom thyself hast bought; Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 5 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide, To swallow up its careless prey: Why should they die, when thou hast died; Hast died to bear their sins away? 6 Why should the foe thy purchase seize? Remember, Lord, thy dying groans: The meed of all thy sufferings these;
O claim them for thy ransom'd ones. 7 Extend to these thy pard'ning grace: To these be thy salvation show'd:
O add them to thy chosen race!
O sprinkle all their hearts with blood!
8 Still let the publicans draw near: Open the door of faith and heaven; And grant their hearts thy word to hear, And witness all their sins forgiven.
Alfreton-p. 60.] HYMN 104. L. M.
ESUS, my Advocate above,
If now for me prevails thy prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there;
If thou the secret wish convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray;
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty Advocate, to thine.
2 Fain would I know my utmost ill,
And groan my nature's weight to feel!
To feel the clouds that round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my soul:
The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scatter'd o'er all the earth abroad,
Immeasurably far from God.
3 Jesus, my heart's desire obtain;
My earnest suit present, and gain:
My fulness of corruption show,
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin;
A sharper sense of guilt within;
A stronger struggling to get free;
A keener appetite for thee.
4 O Sovereign Love, to thee I cry!
Give me thyself, or else I die!
Save me from death; from hell set free!
Death, hell, are but the want of thee.
Quicken'd by thy imparted flame;
Sav'd, when possess'd of thee, I am:
My life, my only heaven thou art; O might I feel thee in my heart! Watchman-p. 87.] HYMN 105. S. M. PIRIT of faith, come down, Reveal the things of God; And make to us the Godhead known, And witness with the blood: 'Tis thine the blood to' apply, And give us eyes to see; Who did for every sinner die, Hath surely died for me.
2 No man can truly say
That Jesus is the Lord;
Unless thou take the veil away,
And breathe the living word:
Then, only then we feel
Our int'rest in his blood;
And cry with joy unspeakable,
"Thou art my Lord, my God!"
3 O that the world might know
The all-atoning Lamb!
Spirit of faith, descend and show
The virtue of his name:
The grace which all may find,
The saving power impart;
And testify to all mankind,
And speak in every heart.
4 Inspire the living faith,
Which whosoe'er receives,
The witness in himself he hath,
And consciously believes:
The faith that conquers all,
And doth the mountain move:
And saves whoe'er on Jesus call,
And perfects them in love.
Amsterdam-p. 176.] HYMN 106. 7s & 6s.
MAKER, Saviour of mankind,
Who hast on me bestow'd
An immortal soul, design'd
To be the house of God:
Come, and now reside in me,
Never, never to remove;
Make me just and good, like thee,
And full of power and love.
2 Bid me in thine image rise,
A saint, a creature new;
True, and merciful, and wise,
And pure and happy too;
This thy primitive design,
That I should in thee be blest:
Should within thine arms divine,
For ever, ever rest,
3 Let thy will in me be done;
Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know, and love alone,
And rise in raptures higher.
Thee descending on a cloud,
Till with ravish'd eyes I see;
Then shall I be fill'd with God
To all eternity!
Euphrates-p. 182.] HYMN 107, 7s, 6s, & 18,
OD of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe,
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive;
Full of guilt, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me,
2 Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye,
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always nigh.
Now as yesterday the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,
For I, thou know'st, am poor;
Dust and ashes is my name;
My all is sin and misery:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for nie.
4 No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to buy thy grace;
Pardon I accept, unbought,
Thy proffer I embrace, Coming as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
5 Saviour, from thy wounded side
I never will depart;
Here will I my spirit kide,
When I am pure in heart:
Till my place above I claim,
This only shall be all my plea,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.
Jordan.] HYMN 108. C. M.
YOD of all grace and majesty,
Supremely great and good,
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