2. I would forever speak His name
In sounds to mortal ears unknown
With angels join to praise the Lamb,
And worship at His Father's throne.
1. COME, now, ye wanderers, to your God,
Through love, to purity restored;
The proffered benefit embrace,
The plenitude of Heavenly grace :
2. The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;
3. The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness;
The genuine meek humility,
The wonder-" Why such love to me?" 4. The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that vails the seraph's face; The speechless awe that dares not move, And all the silent heaven of love.
1. THOUGH all the world my
choice deride,
Yet Jesus shall my portion be;
For I am pleased with none beside;
The fairest of the fair is He.
2. Sweet is the vision of Thy face,
And kindness o'er Thy lips is shed;
Lovely art Thou, and full of grace,
And glory beams around Thy head.
3. Thy sufferings I embrace with Thee,
Thy poverty and shameful cross;
The pleasure of the world I flee,
And deem its treasures only dross.
4. Be daily dearer to my heart,
And ever let me feel Thee near;
Then willingly with all I'd part,
Nor count it worthy of a tear.
1. STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay!
Though I have done Thee such despite,
Cast not a sinner quite away,
Nor take Thine everlasting flight.
2. Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all whoe'er Thy grace received;
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved ;—
3. Yet O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;
Nor, in Thy righteous anger, swear
I shall not see Thy people's rest.
4. O Lord, my weary soul release,
And raise me by Thy gracious hand;
Guide me into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
1. SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live.
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?
2. My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound-
So let Thy pard'ning love be found.
3. O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.
4. My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace;
Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.
5. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce Thee just, in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round Thy worú,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
1. WHEN Jesus' friend had ceased to be, Still Jesus' heart its friendship kept "Where have ye laid him?"
"Come and see," But ere His eyes could see, they wept.
2. Lord! not in sepulchers alone
Corruption's worm is rank and free;
The shroud of death our bosoms own-
The shades of sorrow! come and see.
3. Come, Lord! God's image can not shine
Where sin's funereal darkness lowers-
Come! turn those weeping eyes of Thine
Upon these sinning souls of ours!
4. And let those eyes, with shepherd care,
Their moving watch above us keep;
Till love the strength of sorrow wear,
And as Thou weepedst, we may weep.
5. For surely we may weep to know,
So dark and deep our spirit's stain,
That had Thy blood refused to flow,
The very tears had flowed in vain.
1. My suff'rings all to Thee are known,
Tempted in every point like me;
Regard my grief, regard Thine own:
Jesus, remember Calvary!
2. For whom didst Thou the cross endure ?
Who nailed Thy body to the tree?
Did not Thy death my life procure?
O let Thy mercy answer me.
3. Art Thou not touched with human woe?
Hath pity left the Son of man?
Dost Thou not all my sorrows know,
And claim a share in all my pain?
4. Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
Or quench the smallest spark of grace,
Till through the soul Thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness.
5. The day of small and feeble things,
I know Thou never wilt despise;
I know, with healing in His wings,
The Sun of Righteousness shall rise.
1. HERE at Thy cross, my dying Lord,
I lay my soul beneath Thy love,
Beneath the droppings of Thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.
2. Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
3. Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved, for that 's my last defense
If I must perish, there to die.
4. But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath Thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
5. Yes, I'm secure beneath Thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim;
Hosanna to my dying Lord,
And my best honors to His name.
1. I ASKED the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
2. I hoped that in some favored hour
At once He'd answer my request;
And, by His love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
3. Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
4. Yea more, with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my hopes, and laid me low.
5. "Lord, why is this," I trembling cried-
"Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?"
""Tis in this way," the Lord replied,
"I answer prayer for grace and faith.
6. "These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou may'st seek thy all in Me."
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