LXXXII. 8, 8, 6. NEW SELEC.
The Rebel's Surrender to Grace.
LORD, to thy love at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compell'd,
Surrenders all to thee;
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?
Love conquers even me.
2 All that a wretch could do, I try'd.
Thy patience scorn'd, thy pow'r defy'd,
And trampled on thy laws;
Scarcely thy martyrs at the stake,
Could stand more stedfast for thy sake,
Than I in Satan's cause,
3 But since thou hast thy love reveal'd,
And shown my soul a pardon seal'd,
I can resist no more:
Could'st thou for such a sinner bleed?
Canst thou for such a rebel plead?
I wonder and adore!
4 My will conform'd to thine would move,
On thee my hope, desire, and love,
In fix'd attention join;
My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue,
Have Satan's servants been too long,
But now they shall be thine.
5 And can I be the very same,
Who lately durst blaspheme thy name,
And on thy gospel tread ?
Surely each one who hears my case,
Will praise thee, and confess thy grace,
Invincible indeed!
The Pilgrim's Song.
ROM Egypt lately freed
By the Redeemer's grace!
A rough and thorny path we tread!
In hopes to see his face.
Glory, hallelujah! glory, hallelujah! glory,
hallejujah!
We are on our journey home.
2 The flesh dislikes the way,
But faith approves it well;
This only leads to endless day:
All others lead to hell.
Glory, hallelujah! &c.
s The promis'd land of peace
Faith keeps in constant view,
How diff'rent from the wilderness
We now are passing through!
Glory, hallelujah! &c.
Here often from our eyes
Clouds hide the light divine;
There we shall have unclouded skies,
Our sun will always shine.
Glory; hallelujah! &c.
5 Here gilets, atid cares, and pains,
And fears, distress us sore:
But there eternal pleasure reigns,
And we shall weep no more.
Glory, hallelujah! &c.
6 Lord, pardon our complaints,
We follow at thy call;
The joy prepar'd for suff'ring saints
Will make amends for all.
Glory, hallelujah! &c.
We are on our journey homes
'Tis all for the best.
My soul now arise,
My passions take wing,
Look up to the skies,
And cheerfully sing;
Let God be the object,
In praises address'd,
And this be my subject,
"Tis all for the best."
Search all the world through,
Examine and see,
And what canst thou view
More suited to thee,
Than this declaration,
In scripture express'd,
That God thy salvation,
"Does all for the best."
Though here dạy by day
His love shall see good,
Upon thee to lay
IIis fatherly rod;
Yet be not dejected,
However oppress'd;
Though sorely afflicted,
""Tis all for the best."
On crcatures below
I'll not set my heart,
For surely I know
We shortly must part;
For though when God gives them
His name's to be bless'd,
Yet when he removes them,
"Tis all for the best."
But O the blest day!
And soon 'twill arise,
When freed from my clay,
I'll mount to the skies;
And when I do enter
My heavenly rest,
Ill there sing for ever,
""Twas all for the best."
My name is Jacob. Chap. xxxii 27.
AY, I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 2 Dost thou ask me, who I am? Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name! Yet the question gives a plea, To support my suit with thee.
3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy,
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
4 Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.
5 Many years have pass'd since then,
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld till now,
Who could hold me up but thou?
Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need,
This emboldens me to plead ;
After so much inercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last!
7 No-I must maintain my hold,
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesus' sake.
LXXXVI. 7s. double.
The Good Physician.
OW lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!
Next door to death he found me,.
And snatch'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous pow'r to save.
2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compar'd with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
"Tis palsy. plague, and fever,
And madness-all combin'd;
And none but a believer,
The least relief can find..
3 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain:
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge fail'd me
And all my hopes were cross'd.
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