3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By wars without, and fears within, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; And tell him, "Thou hast dy'd," 5 Oh wond'rous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame; That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name, 6"Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, My promis'd grace receive!" 'Tis Jesus speaks-1 must, I will, I can, I do believe. 47. Rest for weary Souls. i DOES the gospel word proclaim And the weary long for rest. 2 Burden'd with a load of sin, Thus my spirit longs to prove 48. The Voice of Christ. 1 THE voice of my Beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds; O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief. 2 Now thro' the veil of flesh I see, With eyes of love he looks on me; Now in the gospel's clearest glass, He shews the beauties of his face. 9 Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rise, saith my Lord, and come away, "No mortal joys are worth thy stay." 4 Lo! Glad I come; and thou blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am; Nothing but sin I thee can give, C 49. The Same. 1 HARK! my soul, it is the Lord! Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me! 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, 50. Christ precious to a Believer. 1 JESUS, I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. 3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish, Nor to my eyes is light so dear, 4 O may thy grace still cheer my heart! And shed its fragrance there! The noblest balm of all its wounds, 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name 51. Praise to Christ. 1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2" Worthy the Lamb that dy'd,” they cry, To be exalted thus; "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine; And blessings more than we can give, Of him, that sits upon the throne, 52. The Name of Jesus. HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds It sooths its sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place; With boundless stores of grace. And I am own'd a child. 5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King;11 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I brings ord s 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, bak And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou arti I'll praise thee as I ought, vd de 7 'Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath; |