417 (450). WHAT L. M. thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 't is known! None but the upright and sincere 2 A thousand ways in ruin end, One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps ascend, Pleased with a journey to the sky. 3 No more I ask, or hope to find Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well possess the mind That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 4 The joy that fades is not for me, MOURNING OVER SIN. 418 (258). OD of mercy! God of grace! G Hear our penitential songs; Oh, restore Thy suppliant race, Talents wasted, time misspent; 3 Foolish fears and fond desires; 7s. Lips too seldom taught to praise, 4 These, and ev'ry secret fault, Fill'd with grief and shame, we own; Humbled at Thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from Thy throne. 419 (259). WIT 7ITH tears of anguish I lament, 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, So faithless to its promises, C. M 3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 4 Break, sov'reign Grace, oh, break the charm, And set the captive free: Reveal, Almighty God, Thine arm, 420 (414). H OW oft, alas! this wretched heart C. M 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, "Return: 3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Oh, keep me at Thy sacred feet, 421 (412). HOU Lord of all above, THOU And all below the sky, Before Thy feet I prostrate fall, 2 Forgive my follies past, The crimes which I have done, 3 Guilt, like a heavy load, Upon my conscience lies; To Thee I make my sorrows known. S. M. 4 The burden which I feel, Thou only canst remove; Display, O Lord, Thy pard'ning grace, 5 One gracious look of Thine Will ease my troubled breast; 422 (166). L.M. POOR, weak, and worthless though I am, Jesus, the Saviour, is His name, 2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood, 3 But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns; And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns: I've been a faithless friend to Him. 4 Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey; And often Satan's lies believe Rather than all my Friend can say. 5 Sure, were I not most vile and base, 423 (175). MY Y hope, my portion, and my God, 2 How cold and feeble is my love! How low my hope of joys above! 5 Great God! Thy gracious aid impart 4 Show my forgetful feet the way There knowledge grows without decay, C. M. FOLLOWING AND IMITATING CHRIST. 424 (925). 8s & 7s. I All to leave and follow Thee: All I've sought, or hoped, or known; God and heaven are still my own. |