5 Oh wondrous love!-to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name.
1 THOU Lord of all above, And all below the sky, Prostrate before thy feet I fall, And for thy mercy cry.
2 Forgive my follies past,
The crimes which I have done; Oh, bid a contrite sinner live, Through thine incarnate Son.
3 Guilt, like a heavy load,
Upon my conscience lies; To thee I make my sorrows known, And lift my weeping eyes.
4 The burden which I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
Do thou display thy pardoning grace, And thine unbounded love.
5 One gracious look of thine
Will ease my troubled breast: Oh! let me know my sins forgiven, And I shall then be blest.
Absence from God deprecated.
1 OH thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye;—
2 See, Lord, before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn: Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said-'Return'?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? Oh! let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat.
4 Absent from thee, my Guide! my Light! Without one cheering ray,
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way!
5 Oh! shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine! And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joy divine.
Returning to Christ.
mf 11 YE sons of earth, arise!
Ye creatures of a day!
Redeem the time-be bold-be wise, And cast your bonds away.
2 The year of gospel-grace, With us rejoice to see; And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty.
Aff 3 Blest Saviour-Lord of all! Thee help us to receive; Obedient to thy gracious call, Oh, bid us turn and live!
4 Our former years misspent, Now let us deeply mourn; And, softened by thy grace, repent, And to thine arms return!
1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls-' Return. Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn: Oh, take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou-wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live, To speak thy wondrous love. 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, How glorious-how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
A heart so vile as mine.
5 Thy pardoning love-so free-so sweet!— Dear Saviour, I adore;
Oh keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
Medway. Middlebury. 1 RETURN, my roving heart, return, And life's vain shadows chase no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
2 0 thou great God, whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep retreat, In these sequestered hours draw nigh, And let me here thy presence meet. 3 Through all the windings of my heart, My search let heavenly wisdom guide; And still its beams unerring dart, Till all be known and purified.
4 Then let the visits of thy love, My inmost soul be made to share, Till ev'ry grace combine to prove That God has fixed his dwelling there. Windham. Hamburg. 1 AH! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart, That can from Jesus thus depart; Thus fond of trifles vainly rove, Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 2 Dear Lord, to thee I would return, And at thy feet repenting mourn: There let me view thy pardoning love, And never from thy sight remove. 3 Oh, let thy love, with sweet control, Bind every passion of my soul; Bid every vain desire depart, And dwell forever in my heart.
1 MY Saviour, let me hear thy voice Pronounce the word of peace; And all my warmest powers shall join To celebrate thy grace.
2 With gentle voice, call me thy child, And speak my sins forgiven;
The accents mild shall charm mine ear Like all the harps of heaven.
mf 3 With joy, where'er thy hand shall lead,
The darkest path I'll tread;
With joy I'll quit these mortal shores, And mingle with the dead.
4 When dreadful guilt is done away, No other fears we know;
That hand, which seals our pardon sure, Shall crowns of life bestow.
Faith, the Evidence of Things not seen. 1 FAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight; It pierces through the vail 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.
5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we stray, The promise in our eye;
By faith we walk the narrow way, That leads to joy on high.
S. M. Mornington. Southfield.
Source and Office of Faith.
1 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.
1 MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and síns 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.
1 'TIS by the faith of joys to come,
We walk through 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.
1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares:
It yields support in all our toils,
And softens all our cares.
2 The wounded conscience knows its power, The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
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