The guilt of our iniquity 46 4 From dark temptation's power,From Satan's wiles defend: Deliver, in the evil hour, And guide us to the end. 5 Thine, then, for ever be Through him we come to thee, and say,- 442. 66 S. M. Coming boldly to the Throne of Grace 1 BEHOLD the throne of grace! 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round we see, 3 Thine image, Lord! bestow, 4 Teach us to live by faith, All worldly joys we 'll cheerfiu leave 443. 7s. Pleading with Goa. 1 LORD! I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face, Yet have been upheld till now ;- Since I plead for Jesus' sake. REVIVAL. 444. L. M. The Sun of Righteousness. 2 On all around, let grace descend, Like heavenly dew, or copious showers; That we may call our God our friend,-That we may hail salvation ours. 445. S. M. Prayer for a Revival. 1 O LORD! thy work revive 2 Oh! let thy chosen few Their solemn vows again renew, 3 Thy Spirit then will speak, 4 Now lend thy gracious ear, Oh! come, and bring salvation near;- 446. L. M. Weeping over Sinners. 1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts! arise; Dissolve in grief, my streaming eyes! And thou, my heart! with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame; See scandal poured on Jesus' name; The Father wounded, through the Son, The world abused,-the soul undone ! 3 See the short course of vain delight, Closing in everlasting night, In flames that no abatement know, Though bitter tears for ever flow! 4 My God! I feel the mournful scene, And yearn with grief o'er dying men; While fain my pity would reclaim Souls that may perish in the flame. 5 But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep, where most it loves; Thine own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy. 447. H. M. The Jubilee proclaimed. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet !—blow,— To earth's remotest bound,— 2 Exalt the Lamb of God,- Through all the world proclaim: Your liberty receive: The news of pard'ning grace: Ye mourning souls! be glad: 448. L. M. Hope in Times of Darkness. 1 WHILE I to grief my soul gave way, 3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears and heard thy prayer; The winter-season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair." 4 Lord! I obey,-my hopes revive; Come, join with me, ye saints! and sing: 449. L. M. The Vision of dry Bones. 1 LOOK down, O Lord! with pitying eye, See Adam's race in ruin lie; Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, And scatters slaughtered heaps around. 2 And can these dead awake and live? And can these perished bones revive? That, mighty God! to thee is known; That wondrous work is all thine own. 3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, In vain they call, in vain they cry,— 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, Life spreads through all the realms of death, 5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound 450. H. M. Rejoicing in a Revival. 1 O ZION! tune thy voice, And raise thy hands on high; Cheerful in God Arise and shine, 2 He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace The nations round, Thy form shall view, With lustre new, Divinely crowned. |