3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear T'exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 This only wo I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love. 6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land.
O THAT I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem; Who gave his life that I might live, A life conceal'd in him!
2 O that I could the blessing prove, My heart's extreme desire! Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire!
3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace, That, kept by mercy's power, I may from every evil cease, And never grieve thee more. 4 Now, if thy gracious will it be, E'en now my sins remove, And set my soul at liberty By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand prayers, Thou pard'ning God, descend: Number me with salvation's heirs, My sins and troubles end. 6 Nothing I ask or want beside, Of all in earth or heaven: But let me feel thy blood applied, And live and die forgiven.
O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger his love than death or hell, Its riches are unsearchable;
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see: They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, and height. 3 God only knows the love of God, O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine! Be mine this better part!
4 O, that I could for ever sit, With Mary at the Master's feet; Be this my happy choice; My only care, delight and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice! 5 O, that I could with favor'd John, Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast: From care and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee, My everlasting rest!
HYMN 104. C. M. [61]
WHY should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring The tokens of thy grace.
2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven?
3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood:
And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; May thy bless'd wings, celestial Dove, Safely convey me home!
GOD is in this and every place! But O, how dark and void; To me 'tis one great wilderness, This earth without my God. 2 Empty of Him who all things fills, Till he his light impart; Till he his glorious self reveals,
The veil is on my heart!
3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown;
Pity my helpless unbelief,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye, The long-sought blessing give; And bid me, at the point to die, Behold thy face and live. 5 A darker soul did never yet Thy promis'd help implore: O, that I now my Lord might meet, And never lose him more!
6 Now, Jesus, now the father's love Shed in my heart abroad; The middle wall of sin remove, And let me in to God.
ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, Just ready all hope to resign; I pant for the light of thy face, And fear it will never be mine; Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load; All-plaintive I pour out my song
And stretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease; The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace, The rock that is higher than I; Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice, Thy presence is fair to behold; Attend to my sorrows and cries, My groanings that cannot be told. 3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn, My hold on thy promise to keep; The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep. While harass'd and cast from thy sight, The tempter suggests with a roar,
"The Lord has forsaken thee quite, Thy God will be gracious no more.” 4 Yet, Lord, if thy love has design'd No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some pleasure in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art;
Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r: Come succor and gladden my heart, Let this be the day of thy power.
HYMN 107. L. M. [62]
LORD Jesus, when, when shall it be, That I no more shall break with thee? When will this war of passion cease, And my free soul enjoy thy peace?
2 Here I repent and sin again; Now I revive, and now am slain : Slain with the same unhappy dart, Which, oh, too often wounds my heart. 3 O, Saviour, when, when shall I be A garden seal'd to all but thee? No more expos'd, no more undone; But live and grow to thee alone?
4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course, And draw me on with thy sweet force; Still make me walk, still make me tend, By thee, my way, to thee, my end!
HYMN 108. L. M. [63]
THOU man of griefs, remember me, Who never canst thyself forget; Thy last mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat!
2 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire;
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