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Ils and 10s. 290.
To the Mercy-Seat. 1 COME, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish,
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel : Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal, 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above: Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing, Earth has no sorrow, but heaven can remove
C. M. 291.
The Friend of Sinners.
As such I look to thee;
O Lord ! remember me.
And, then, remember me.
I yield myself to thee;
Dear Lord ! remember me.
But thy salvation 's free;
Dear Lord ! remember me.
When creature-helps all flee,
S. M. 292.
Repentance, in Vieio of Christ's Compassion.
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears
The angels wondering see!
He shed those tears for thee.
Each sin demands a tear;
C. M. 293.
The Soul casting itself on Christ. 1 APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh:
And such, O Lord! am I.
By Satan sorely pressed,
I come to thee for rest.
That, sheltered near thy side,
And tell him—“Thou hast died." 5 Oh! wondrous love,to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
Might plead thy gracious name! 294.
In-dwelling Sin lamented.
Before thy feet, my God!
And vile ingratitude. 2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been ;
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin.
These struggles in my breast ?
And give my conscience rest? 4 Break, sovereign grace ! Oh! break the charm
And set the captive free:
And haste to rescue me. 295.
Sin bewailed at the Cross.
How would I vent my sighs!
From both my streaming eyes.
Hung on the cursed tree-
For thee, my soul for thee.
That shed the Saviour's blood;
Fast to the fatal wood!
My heart hath so decreed ;
That made my Saviour bleed.
My murdered Lord I view,
C. M. 296.
Mourning at the Sepulchre.
Cast all your fears away;
The place where Jesus lay.
’T was love that brought him low;
8s and 7s.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord! I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
And thou, my God! art all in all. 4 Dearer—far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give;
Beneath thy countenance to live. 300.
Taking up the Cross.
All to leave, and follow thee;
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
All I've sought, or hoped, or known!
God and heaven are still my own! ? Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour, too;
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
God of wisdom, love and might!
Show thy face, and all is bright. 3 Perish, earthly fame and treasure !
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain !
With thy favor, life is gain;
While thy love is left to me;
es, 7s and 4.
Welcome to this heart of mine;
Every power and thought be thine;
Through eternal ages thine.
2 Known to all to be thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;
When they find the Lord is near:
Shout, ye saints ! the Lord is here,
Love to the Saints. 1 PEOPLE of the living God!
I have sought the world around,
Peace and comfort no where found :
Turns, a fugitive unblest ;
Oh! receive me into rest.
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you die, shall be my grave:
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Every idol I resign. 303.
Subdued by the Cross.
Unawed by shame or fear,
And stopped my wild career.
In agonies and blood;
As near his cross I stood.
Shall I forget that look ;
Though not a word he spoke.
It plunged me in despair ;