1 DEPTH of mercy, can there be 3 Kindled his relentings are; Me he now delights to spare; (633.) 2 In my darkness and my grief, 3 Foes without and fears within, 4 There on thee I cast my care, Save me, save me, or I die. 5 When the storms of trial lower, When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To take thy ransomed peo-ple lome, Shall To take thy ransomed people home, (640.) 2 Now, Lord! I would be thine alone; 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; Thy pardoning voice, Oh! let me hear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, 329. The Surrender of the Heart. 1 0 THOU, that hear'st the prayer of faith! Wilt thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on thee? I have no refuge of my own, 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, And bring me near to God. 3 Then snatch me from eternal death, His consolation send; (641.) 4 The king of terrors then would be 1 LORD! thou hast won; at length I yield; My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee; Against thy terrors long I strove; That bids me come away; Augustus M. Toplady, 1776. GANGES. 2 Lo! on a 9: narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Se-cure, in-sen-si - blc; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heav'nly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 332. 3 Before me place, in dread array, The of that tremendous day, pomp When thou, with clouds, shall come To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord! shall I be there To meet a joyful doom! 4 Be this my one great business here,With serious industry and fear, Eternal bliss t' ensure; 5 Then, Saviour! then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live, And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love. Charles Wesley, 1749. The New-Birth. 1 AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound, 2 When to the law I trembling fled, I no relief could find; This fearful truth increased my pain, "The sinner must be born again," And whelmed my tortured mind. 3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast oppressive load; Alas! I read and saw it plain, "The sinner must be born again," Or drink the wrath of God. 4 The saints I heard with rapture tell, How Jesus conquered death and hell, And broke the fowler's snare ; Yet, when I found this truth remain, "The sinner must be born again," I sunk in deep dispair. (644.) 5 But while I thus in anguish lay, Samson Ockum, 1760. 19: BARTIMEUS. 8s & 7s. 4 or 6 LINES. Daniel Read, 1804. 4 O thou Son of Da - vid!" Thus the blind Bar - tim - eus prayed; = 12 afford thine aid." 2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing 3 Truly blessed is this station, 4 Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; 5 Love and grief my heart dividing, |