On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
"Tis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son.
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But, when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May raise our souls from sense and sin, And make our spirits pure.
If in the Father's love
I share a filial part,
Come down sweet Spirit, heavenly dove, And rest upon my heart.
We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.
O FOR a glance of heavenly day,
To melt this stubborn stone away;
And thaw with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
The rocks can rend, the earth can quake,
The seas can roar, the mountains shake;
All things of feeling shew some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
What but an adamant would melt ?
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing moves this heart of mine.
Eternal Spirit, mighty God,
Do thou apply the Saviour's blood; 'Tis his rich blood, and that alone,
Can move and melt this heart of stone.
THOU whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy, and earthly love,
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow ?
Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock!
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures, here they be;
A wond'rous feast thy love prepares, [tears.
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and
His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
Here to these hills my soul shall come
'Till my beloved leads me home.
BLESSED are the sons of God,
They are bought with Jesus' blood,
They are ransom'd from the grave,
Life eternal they shall have :
With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity.
They were bless'd in God's dear Sou,
Long before the world begun;
They the seal of this receive,
When on Jesus they believe.
They are justified by grace;
They enjoy a solid peace;
All their sins are wash'd away;
They shall stand in God's great day.
They produce the fruits of grace,
In the works of righteousness;
Born of God they hate all sin,
God's pure word remains within.
They have fellowship with God,
Through the Mediator's blood
One with God, with Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun :
GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through;
Strong deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand;
Father divine, diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
Engage this roving treach'rous heart,
To choose and seek the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never waste away.
Then should the wildest storms arise,
Should tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck I should fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
If thou, my Jesus, still art nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.
O THAT the Lord would guide my ways,
To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!
O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.
From vanity turn off mine eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires arise
Within this soul of mine.
Order my footsteps in thy word,
And make my soul sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
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