206 C. M. Confident trusting in Christ for Pardon. BEFORE thy throne with tearful eyes, My gracious Lord-I humbly fall; To thee my weary spirit flies, For thy forgiving love I call. 2 How free thy mercy overflows, When sinners on thy grace rely; Thy tender love no limit knows; Ŏh save me-justly doomed to die. 3 Yes! thou wilt save-my soul is freeThe gloom of sin is fled away; My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee, And all my powers thy word obey. 4 Hence while I wrestle with my foes, The world-the flesh-the hosts of hell; Sustain me till the conflict close, Then endless songs my thanks shall tell 207 S. M. Ingratitude deplored. IS this the kind return? Are these the thanks we owe? Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow! 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! 3 Turn-turn us, mighty God! And mould our souls afresh! Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of [stone, 4 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise, 208 C. M. Indwelling Sin lamented. WITH tears of anguish I lament, My passion, pride, and discontent, 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, 3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, 4 Break, sovereign grace-oh break the charm, And set the captive free: Reveal, great God, thy mighty arm, GOD of mercy!-God of grace! Thou, to whom our praise belongs! 2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted-time misspent ; 3 Foolish fears, and fond desires, Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain;4 These-and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own; Humbled at thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from thy throne! 5 God of mercy! God of grace! 210 C. P. M. The Penitent surrendering. LORD, thou hast won-at length I yield; Against thy terrors long I strove, 2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, But mercy has my heart subdued, 3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone; 211 S. M. Repentance in View of Christ's Compassion. DID Christ o'er sinners weep, The wondering angels see! DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall Low at thy feet, ashamed, I fall, And hide this wretched face. 2 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord, 3 Then shall the mourner at thy feet And, grateful, own how kind-how sweet DEPTH of mercy!-can there be 2 I have long withstood his grace; 5 Now incline me to repent! 214 L. M. 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, |