4 This delight I fain would prove,
And then resign my breath:
Join the happy few whose love
Was mightier than death.
Let it not my Lord displease,
That I would die to be His guest:
Jesus, Master, seal my peace,
And take me to Thy breast!
THOU who wouldst not have
Tone wretched sinner die,
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne
I may with joy appear.
2 Thou art Thyself the Way,
Thyself in me reveal;
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.
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GOD! mine inmost soul convert,
()) heart
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.
2 Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?
3 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear
Eternal bliss t' insure:
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
4 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.
HOU that didst hang upon the tree,
Our curse and suffering to remove,
Pity the souls that look to Thee,
And save us by Thy dying love.
2 Canst Thou reject our dying prayer,
Or cast us out who come to Thee?
Our sins, ah! wherefore didst Thou bear?
Jesus, remember Calvary!
3 For us wast Thou not lifted up?
For us a bleeding victim made,
That we, vile sinners, we might hope
Thou hast for all a ransom paid?
4 Oh, might we, with believing eyes,
Thee in Thy bloody vesture see!
And cast us on Thy sacrifice:
Jesus, my Lord, remember me!
TESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear Thy humble suppliant's cry:
Let me know Thy great salvation;
See! I languish, faint, and die.
2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repenting,
Send, oh, send me quick relief!
3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to Him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to Him who ever lives?
4 While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless, on the cursed tree,
Fain I'd feel my heart believing,
Thou did'st suffer thus for me.
He that was dead now lives again;
He that was lost is found.
2 God of unfailing grace,
Send down Thy Spirit now;
Oh, raise the lowly soul to hope,
And make the lofty bow.
3 In countries far from home,
On earthly husks who feed,
Back to their Father's house, O Lord,
Their wandering footsteps lead.
4 Then at each soul's return,
The heavenly harp shall sound;
He that is dead now lives again;
He that was lost is found.
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,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
Let the Water and the Blood,
From Thy riven side that flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Save me, Lord, and make me pure.
2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy Law's demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and Thou alone!
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy Cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne, -
Rock of Ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
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,
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