While sinners perish in surprise, Beneath thine angry rod.
4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel,
They will not seek thee, Lord, to please, Nor learn to do thy will.
HYMN 86. L. M. [412]
THE Saviour lives, no more to die; The Saviour lives, enthron'd on high: He lives, triumphant o'er the grave; He lives eternally to save.
2 The Saviour lives, to wipe the tear; The Saviour lives to quell all fear; He lives, bright mansions to prepare; He lives, to bring his servants there. 3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears; Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears; Let cheerful hope your hearts revive, For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive.
4 His saints he loves and never leaves; The contrite sinner he receives; Abundant grace will he afford, Till all are present with the Lord.
HYMN 87. L. M. [305]
SINNERS, obey the heavenly call, Your prison doors stand open wide; Go forth, for he hath ransom'd all, For every soul of man hath died. 2 'Tis his the drooping soul to raise, To rescue all by sin opprest,
To clothe them with the robes of praise And give their weary spirits rest:
3 To help their grovelling unbelief, Beauty for ashes to confer, The oil of joy for abject grief, Triumphant joy for sad despair; 4 To make them trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord below, To spread the honor of his grace, And on to full perfection grow.
HYMN 88. S. M. [360]
COME to the house of prayer, O thou afflicted, come;
The God of peace shall meet thee there; He makes that house his home.
2 Come to the house of praise, Ye who are happy now; In sweet accord your voices raise In kindred homage bow.
3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb, Your lips forget to move. 4 Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise; Let not your hearts his praise disown Who gives the power to praise.
HYMN 89. L. M. [51]
JESUS, the sinner's friend, to thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee: Weary of earth, myself, and sin; Open thine arms, and take me in.
2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul; 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole; Fall'n, till in me thine image shine, And lost I am till thou art mine.
3 At last I own it cannot be, That I should fit myself for thee: Here, then, to thee I all resign; Thine is the work, and only thine. ·
4 What shall I say, thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin,—but thou art love: I give up every plea beside,
“Lord, I am lost-but thou hast died."
HYMN 90. S. M. [51]
AND can I yet delay,
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive?
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more: I sink, by dying love compell'd, And own Thee conqueror! 3 Though late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine!
4 Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove: Settle and fix my wav'ring soul With all thy weight of love.
5 My one desire be this,
Thy only love to know;
To seek and taste no other bliss, No other good below.
6 My life, my portion thou, Thou all sufficient art;
My hope, my heavenly treasure, now, Enter and keep my heart.
HYMN 91. C. M. [52]
WHEN thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
2 Oh, may my broken, contrite heart, Timely my sins lament;
And early, with repentant tears, Eternal wo prevent.
3 Behold the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour's dying groan, To give those sorrows weight!
4 For never shall my soul despair, Her pardon to secure;
Who knows thine only son hath died, To make that pardon sure.
HYMN 92. L. M. [53]
OH, for a glance of heavenly day, To take this stubborn heart away; And thaw, with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine!
2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake; The seas can roar; the mountains shake: Of feeling, all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine.
3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, O Lord, an adamant would melt: But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments too, unmov'd I hear, (Amazing thought!) which devils fear: Goodness and wrath in vain combine To stir this stupid heart of mine! 5 But something yet can do the deed; And that blest something much I need: Thy Spirit can from dross refine, And melt and change this heart of mine.
HYMN 93. C. M. [53]
STILL, for thy loving kindness, Lord, I in thy temple wait: I look to find thee in thy word Or at thy table meet.
2 I wait my vigor to renew, Thine image to retrieve;
The veil of outward things pass through, And gasp in thee to live.
3 I work; and own the labor vain; And thus from works I cease; I strive; and see my fruitless pain, Till God create my peace.
4 Fruitless, till thou thyself impart Must all my efforts prove; They cannot change a sinful heart; They cannot purchase love.
5 I do the thing thy laws enjoin, And then the strife give o'er; To thee I then the whole resign, I trust in means no more.
HYMN 94. L. M. [54]
SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live;
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