299 f WHO HOM should we love like Thee, mf 2 The storm upon us fell, The floods around us rose; The depths of death and hell Seemed on our souls to close. dim To God we cried in strong despair, cr He heard, and came to help our prayer. mf 3 He came, the King of kings, He bowed the sable sky; 300 mf FATHER, to Thy sinful child Though Thy law is reconciled, dim By Thy pardoning grace I live; Daily still I cry,-Forgive. mf [2 Though my ransom-price He paid Upon Whom my guilt was laid, dim Humbly at Thy mercy seat, Full remission I entreat.] mp3 Lord, forgive me, day by day, Debts I cannot hope to pay; Duties I have left undone; Evils I have failed to shun; mp 4 Trespasses in word or thought; Deeds from evil motive wrought; Cold ingratitude, distrust; mp 5 Pardon, Lord! and are there those mb 7 Much forgiven, may I learn 301 mf 0° GOD! Whose thoughts are brightest dim And dark thoughts fade away in grace, light, Like cloud-spots in the dawn. Whose love runs always clear, To Whose kind wisdom sinning souls mf 4 But they have caught the way of God, Amidst their sins are dear! mp 2 Sweeten my bitter-thoughted heart With charity like Thine, Till self shall be the only spot On earth which does not shine. mp3 Hard-heartedness dwells not with souls Round whom Thine arms are drawn ; 302 mp BENEATH the shadow of the cross, earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, To Whom self lies displayed mf 5 All bitterness is from ourselves, O God! for evermore be Thou mf 2 O bond of union, strong and deep! O bond of perfect peace! dim To deeds of pure self-sacrifice BUDLEIGH. (1st Tune.) 6 4.6 4.10 10. T. M. MUDIE. 304 ST. THECLA. dim FOR a heart to praise my God; A heart from sin set free; A heart that always feels Thy blood mf 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, Where only Christ is heard to speak; mp3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Which neither life nor death can part mp4 A heart in every thought renewed, Perfect and right, and pure and good; mf 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, cr Write Thy new name upon my heart, mf 3 When the praise of heaven I hear, cr Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters' noise, Sweet as harp's melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know, cr Not till then, how much I owe. mf 4 E'en on earth, as through a glass, Darkly let Thy glory pass; Make forgiveness feel so sweet; Make Thy Spirit's help so meet; E'en on earth, Lord, make me know cr Something of how much I owe. R. M. M'CHEYNE, v. 1, ll. 3, 4 altd. |