3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear T'exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 This only wo I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love.
6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.
O THAT I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem;
Who gave his life that I might live,
A life conceal'd in him!
2 O that I could the blessing prove,
My heart's extreme desire!
Live happy in my Saviour's love,
And in his arms expire!
3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace,
That, kept by mercy's power,
I may from every evil cease,
And never grieve thee more.
4 Now, if thy gracious will it be,
E'en now my sins remove,
And set my soul at liberty
By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand prayers,
Thou pard'ning God, descend:
Number me with salvation's heirs,
My sins and troubles end.
6 Nothing I ask or want beside,
Of all in earth or heaven:
But let me feel thy blood applied,
And live and die forgiven.
O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger his love than death or hell, Its riches are unsearchable;
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see: They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God,
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only portion, Lord, be mine!
Be mine this better part!
4 O, that I could for ever sit,
With Mary at the Master's feet;
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice!
5 O, that I could with favor'd John,
Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast: From care and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee, My everlasting rest!
HYMN 104. C. M. [61]
WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend and bring
The tokens of thy grace.
2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiven?
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood:
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
May thy bless'd wings, celestial Dove,
Safely convey me home!
GOD is in this and every place!
But O, how dark and void;
To me 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
2 Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart;
Till he his glorious self reveals,
The veil is on my heart!
3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown;
Pity my helpless unbelief,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye,
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.
5 A darker soul did never yet
Thy promis'd help implore:
O, that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lose him more!
6 Now, Jesus, now the father's love
Shed in my heart abroad;
The middle wall of sin remove,
And let me in to God.
ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress,
Just ready all hope to resign;
I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine;
Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load;
All-plaintive I pour out my song
And stretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease; The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace,
The rock that is higher than I;
Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice,
Thy presence is fair to behold;
Attend to my sorrows and cries,
My groanings that cannot be told.
3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn,
My hold on thy promise to keep;
The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep.
While harass'd and cast from thy sight,
The tempter suggests with a roar,
"The Lord has forsaken thee quite, Thy God will be gracious no more.” 4 Yet, Lord, if thy love has design'd No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some pleasure in waiting for thee?
Almighty to rescue thou art;
Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r:
Come succor and gladden my heart,
Let this be the day of thy power.
HYMN 107. L. M. [62]
LORD Jesus, when, when shall it be,
That I no more shall break with thee?
When will this war of passion cease,
And my free soul enjoy thy peace?
2 Here I repent and sin again;
Now I revive, and now am slain :
Slain with the same unhappy dart,
Which, oh, too often wounds my heart.
3 O, Saviour, when, when shall I be
A garden seal'd to all but thee?
No more expos'd, no more undone;
But live and grow to thee alone?
4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force;
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By thee, my way, to thee, my end!
HYMN 108. L. M. [63]
THOU man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canst thyself forget;
Thy last mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat!
2 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire;
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