DORRNANCE. 8s & 7s.

I. B. WOODBURY, †1858.

I Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Here I'll rest, forever viewing

Mercy poured in streams of blood:
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

3 Truly blessèd is this station,
Low before His cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in His languid eye.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,
Life deriving from His death.

James Allen, 1757.

Rev. Walter Shirley, 1770.

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NETTLETON. 8s & 7s.

Dr. ASAHEL NETTLETON, 1825.

I Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise;
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the Mount-I'm fixed upon it!-
Mount of God's redeeming love.

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer;

Hither by Thy help I'm come:
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart; oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Rev. Robert Robinson, 1758.

Rev. Joseph Hart, 1759.

BpC 373
BpN 206
BpS 538

COA 189

CoC 234

COR 147

COS 452

Dis

om

Ep

135

EAS

164

LuC 254

Lus 324

MEN om

MES 149

Mor 1329
PrN 879

PrS

136

RAM 365

I How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of His word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls-"Return!"
Dear Lord, and may I come?

My vile ingratitude I mourn:
Oh, take the wanderer home!

3 And canst Thou,-wilt Thou yet forgive,

And bid my crimes remove?

And shall a pardoned rebel live,
To speak Thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;

Oh, keep me at Thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more!

Miss Anne Steele, 1760.

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