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4 This delight I fain would prove,
THOU who wouldst not have
Tone wretched sinner die,
S. M. D.
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save
Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne
2 Thou art Thyself the Way,
So shall I pass my life's short day
Obedient to Thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because He first loved me,
And praise Thee in Thy bright abode,
Through all eternity.
C. P. M.
GOD! mine inmost soul convert,
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
2 Before me place in dread array
3 Be this my one great business here,
4 Then Saviour, then, my soul receive,
HOU that didst hang upon the tree,
2 Canst Thou reject our dying prayer,
3 For us wast Thou not lifted up?
4 Oh, might we, with believing eyes,
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TESUS, full of all compassion,
4 While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,
He that was dead now lives again;
He that was lost is found.
2 God of unfailing grace,
Send down Thy Spirit now;
3 In countries far from home,
On earthly husks who feed,
Back to their Father's house, O Lord,
4 Then at each soul's return,
The heavenly harp shall sound;
N vain would boasting reason find The path to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewilder'd in a doubtful road. 2 Jesus, Thy words alone impart Eternal life; on these I live; Diviner comforts cheer my heart Than all the powers of nature give. 3 Here let my constant feet abide; Thou art the true, the living Way: Let Thy good Spirit be my guide To the bright realms of endless day. 4 The various forms that men devise To shake my faith with treach'rous art, I scorn as vanity and lies,
And bind Thy gospel to my heart.
OCK of Ages! cleft for me,
Be of sin the double cure;
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
UST as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy Blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come!
2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come!
Just as I am, though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,