HYMN 138. L M [451]
HERE at thy cross, my Saviour-God, I lay my soul beneath thy love! O wash me, Jesus, in thy blood, And fit me for a throne above!
2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence, Moveless and firm this heart should lie ; Resolved, for that's my last defence,
If I must perish, here to die.
3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear; Am I not safe beneath thy shade ? Thy vengeance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
4 I'm safe, and nought my soul shall harm; Thy blood shall cleanse my guilt away; Thy voice each rising fear shall calm, And guide me up to realms of day!
HYMN 139. C. M. [381]
I WAITED patient for the Lord, He bowed to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where, mourning long I lay ; And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue, To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song.
4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad, The saints with joy shall hear;
And sinners learn to make my God, Their only hope and fear.
HYMN 140. L. M. [457]
"TIS by the faith of joys to come,
We walk thro' deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide-and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar—and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. HYMN 141. C. M. [457] FAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight; It pierces through the veil of sense, And dwells in heavenly light. 2 It sets time past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come.
3 By faith we know the world was made By God's almighty word;
We know the heavens and earth shall fade, And be again restored.
4 Abrah'm obeyed the Lord's command From his own country driven; By faith he sought a promised land, But found his rest in heaven.
HYMN 142. S. M. [458]
FAITH 'tis a precious grace, Where'er it is bestowed;
It boasts a high celestial birth, And is the gift of God.
2 Jesus it owns as King, And all-atoning Priest; It claims no merit of its own, But looks for all in Christ, 3 To him it leads the soul,
When filled with deep distress; Flies to the fountain of his blood, And trusts his righteousness.
4 Since 'tis thy work alone, And that divinely free,
Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son, To work this faith in me.
HYMN 143. C. M. [459]
MISTAKEN souls that dream of heaven And make their empty boast Of inward joys and sins forgiven, While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancy's airy flights, If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites To Christ, the living head;
3 "Tis faith that purifies the heart; "Tis faith that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.
4 This faith shall every fear control, By its celestial power;
With holy triumph fill the soul
In death's approaching hour.
HYMN 144 L. P. M. [67] Wrestling Jacob.
COME, O thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee: With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2 I need not tell thee who I am; My sin and misery declare; Thyself hast call'd me by my name,
Look on thy hands and read it there: But, who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold; Art thou the man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold: Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.
4 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long:
I rise superior to my pain:
When I am weak then I am strong And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail.
5 Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak; Be conquer'd by my instant prayer: Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name be Love.
6 'Tis love! 'tis love! thou didst for me; I hear thy whisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love thou art: To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is Love. 7 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend: Nor wilt thou with the night depart, But stay and love me to the end; Thy mercies never shall remove, Thy nature and thy name is love.
HYMN 145. L. M. [68]
GREAT God, indulge my humble claim, Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name, Stand all engaged to make me blest.
2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God! And I am thine by sacred ties,
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look, As travellers in thirsty lands,
Pant for the cooling water brook- 4 E'en life itself, without thy love, No lasting pleasure can afford; Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from thee, Lord! 5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise: This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.
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