271 L. M. WEET is the light of Sabbath eve, SWEE And soft the sunbeams lingering there 2 Season of rest! the tranquil soul Feels the sweet calm, and melts in love; Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 3 Nor will our days of toil be long : Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; ; James Edmeston, 1820. Salvation by Christ. C. M. 272 HOW helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load: The heart unchanged can never rise 2 The will perverse, the passions blind, The safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine The stubborn will subdue? 'Tis Thine, Almighty Saviour, Thine 4 'Tis Thine the passions to recall, 5 To chase the shades of death away, A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, Then shall our passions and our powers, PSALM LI. L. M. Anne Steele, 1760. 273 LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin, And born unholy and unclean: Sprung from the man whose guilty fall 2 Behold, I fall before Thy face; No outward forms can make me clean; 3 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 4 Jesus, my God, Thy blood alone Thy blood can make me white as snow; S. M. 274 HOW heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes; 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heaven ; 3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; 4 With sanctifying grace. The powers of hell agree To hold our souls, in vain ; He sets the sons of bondage free, 5 Lord, we adore Thy ways, To bring us near to God; Thy sovereign power, Thy healing grace, And Thine atoning blood. Isaac Watts, 1709. S. M. OT all the blood of beasts, 275 N° On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, 3 My faith would lay her hand And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove ; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love. Isaac Watts, 1709. S. M. 276 AH, how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If He contend in righteousness, 2 If He our ways should mark 3 All-seeing, powerful God! Who can with Thee contend? Or who that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end? 4 The mountains, in Thy wrath, The trembling earth deserts her place, 5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet Him and escape, But through the Saviour's blood. Isaac Watts, 1709. C. M. 277 LORD, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread; I was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright; But since the precept came With a convincing power and light, I find how vile I am. 3 My guilt appeared but small before, Till I with terror saw How perfect, holy, just, and pure, Was Thine eternal law. 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load ; I had provoked a dreadful God, 5 My God! I cry with every breath, Isaac Watts, 1709. 278 How C. M. OW sad our state by nature is! |