4 We, for whom God the Son came down
And labored for our good-
How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood!
Aff 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?-
Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And melt our frozen hearts.
mf 6 Give us with active zeal to move,
With vigorous souls to rise;
With hands of faith-and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.
Deliverance from Sin desired.
1 THOU great Redeemer! set me free
From my old state of sin;
Oh make my soul alive to thee;
Create new powers within.
2 Renew mine eyes-and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.
3 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,
In that new world thy grace hath made,
I would forever dwell.
1 OH may my heart, by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His rightful claim to own.
2 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be joined with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.
3 Preserve me safe from every sin,
Through my remaining days;
And let each virtue in me shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.
4 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;
And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.
1 OH for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free!
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me!
2 Oh for a heart submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 Oh for an humble, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean!
Which neither life, nor death, can part,
From him that dwells within.
4 Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart ;
Come quickly from above;
Oh write thy name upon my heart-
Thy name, O God, is love.
1 AND dost thou say, 'Ask what thou wilt?"
Lord, I would seize the golden hour:
I pray to be released from guilt,
And freed from sin's polluting power.
2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ;
More of thine image let me bear:
Erect thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.
3 Give me to read my pardon sealed,
And from thy joy to draw my strength;
Oh be thy boundless love revealed
In all its height, and breadth, and length.
4 Grant these requests-I ask no more,
But to thy care the rest resign:
Sick, or in health—or rich, or poor,
All shall be well, if thou art mine.
7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Norwich.
1 LAMB of God, who thee receive,
Who in thee desire to live,
Day and night they cry to thee,
As thou art, so let us be!
2 Fix-oh fix our wavering mind!
To thy cross our spirits bind :
Gladly now we would be clean;
Cleanse our hearts from every sin.
3 Dust and ashes though we be,
Full of guilt and misery;
Thine we are, thou Son of God;
Take the purchase of thy blood.
4 Sinners who in thee believe
Everlasting life receive;
They with joy behold thy face,
Triumph in thy pardoning grace.
Prayer for quickening Grace.
1 PERMIT me, Lord, to seek thy face,
Obedient to thy call;
To seek the presence of thy grace,
My strength, my life, my all.
2 All 1 can wish is thine to give:
My God, I ask thy love,
That greatest boon I can receive,
That bliss of heaven above.
3 To heaven my restless heart aspires,
Oh! for some quickening ray,
To animate my faint desires,
And cheer the tiresome way;
4 While sin and Satan join their art
To keep me from my Lord,
Dear Saviour, guard my trembling heart,
And guide me by thy word.
5 Whene'er the tempting foe alarms,
Or spreads the fatal snare,
I'll fly to my Redeemer's arms,
For safety must be there.
6 My Guardian, my almighty Friend,
On thee my soul would rest;
On thee alone my hopes depend,
In thee I'm ever blest.
1 COME, gracious Lord-descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel
The joys that cannot be expressed.
2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
And learn the height, and breadth, and length,
Of thine eternal love and grace.
3 Now to the God whose power can do
More than our thoughts and wishes know,
Be everlasting honors done
By all the church, through Christ his Son.
S. M. St. Thomas. Mornington.
1 BEHOLD the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
2 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love:
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above."
3 Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.
4 If thou these blessings give,
And wilt my portion be,
All worldly joys I'll cheerful leave,
And find my heaven in thee.
Longing for a closer Walk with God.
1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame:
A light, to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!-
How sweet their memory still!-
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove! return—
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er, that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
mf 6 So shall my walk be close with God;
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
357 Christians perfected by Grace through Christ.
1 FATHER of peace! and God of love!
We own thy power to save;
That power by which our Saviour rose
Victorious o'er the grave.
2 We triumph in that Saviour's name,
Still watchful for our good;
Who brought th' eternal covenant down,
And sealed it with his blood.
3 So may the Spirit seal our souls,
And mould them to thy will;
Our treacherous hearts no more shall rove
But keep thy covenant still.
mf 4 Still may we gain superior strength,
And press with vigor ou,
Till full perfection crown our hopes,
And fix us near thy-throne.
Blessedness of the Righteous
1 BLEST are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty:
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.
4 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
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