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Repentance in View of Christ's Compassion. DID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears!
The wondering angels see!
He shed those tears-for thee.
DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall The wonders of thy grace,
Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall,
2 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord,
3 Then shall the mourner at thy feet Rejoice to seek thy face;
And, grateful, own how kind-how sweet Is thy forgiving grace.
DEPTH of mercy!-can there be
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Self-righteous Hopes renounced. NO more, my God-I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain, I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes-and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake; Oh! may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake. 4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne,
But faith can answer thy demands,
PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet,
And upwards, to thy mercy-seat,
2 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow.
3 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;
No tears, but those which thou hast shedNo blood, but thou hast spilt.
4 I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord;
L. M. 6 1.
FATHER of mercies-God of love!
Thy throne of glorious majesty:
No worth, to claim thy gracious smile: No-when I bow before thy throne
Dare to converse with God awhileThy name, blest Jesus, is my pleaDearest and sweetest name to me!
3 Father of mercies-God of love! Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above,
Thy throne of glorious majesty: One pardoning word can make me whole, And soothe the anguish of my soul. 217
THOU Lord of all above,
The crimes which I have done;
4 The burden which I feel,
5 One gracious look of thine
Will ease my troubled breast:
Rest sought from the Burden of Sin.
Now, from thy throne of bliss above, Shed down a look of heavenly love; That balm shall sweeten all my pain, And bid my soul rejoice again.
3 By thy divine, transforming power,
Rest sought from the Burden of Sin. LORD, I approach the mercy-seat, Where thou dost answer prayer; There humbly fall before thy feet, For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea;
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By war without, and fear within,
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That, sheltered near thy side, may my fierce accuser face, And tell him-thou hast died.
5 Oh, wondrous love!-to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.