75. [Tune, Pilgrim. Spiritual Poverty. 1 BLESSED are the poor in spirit, To the wounds of Jesus flee. 2 Stripp'd of all their fancied meekness, To approach the dread I AM; They are led to see all fitness Cent'ring in the worthy Lamb; And adoring, Sing his Godhead, blood and name. 3 Self-renouncing, grace admiring, Made unto salvation wise, Matchless love their bosoms firing, From his blood their hopes arise. Let his wants be what they may; Bore the curse and sin away. To the God of sov'reign grace! E 1 76. Christ the Sinner's Refuge. No help in self I find, And yet have sought it well; Is sin, and death, and hell. 2 To Christ for help I fly, 3 All other refuge fails, And leaves my heart distrest; To give a sinner rest. 4 Lord, grant me free access For there I seek my dwelling-place, 77. Be of good Courage. 1 AND does thy heart for Jesus pine, He understands a sigh divine, S.M. 2 These pinings prove that Christ is near, Call on him with unceasing pray'r, C. M. 3 Though much dismay'd, take courage still, And knock at mercy's door; A loving Saviour surely will Relieve his praying poor. 4 He knows how weak and faint thou art, A look from him will cheer thine heart, 78. 1 COME let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne; C. M. Ten thousand thousands are their tongues, 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, Worthy the Lamb our hearts reply, 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine; And blessings more than we can give 79. Invitation. 1 ALL ye that weary are of sin, And feel your nature all unclean, Who find within no dawn of hope, 8.6. 2 Come, sinners, come, by sin distrest, He came to save the lost and poor, 80. Safety in Christ. 1 LORD, how many are my foes; 2 Satan and my wicked heart 3 Thou hast said, and thou art true, "As I live, ye shall live too; 4 I'm a pilgrim here below, 5 Then, when landed on that shore 7. 81. The Prayer of Necessity. COULD the creatures help or ease us, Till reduc'd to self-despair; 2 Fear thou not, distress'd believer, And his love is still the same; 8.7. 1 Love is the Spirit's fruit, Shed in the heart abroad, And love can only suit The children born of God; The Father sends the heav'nly guest |