3 Oh cleanse me in my Saviour's blood, Transform me by thy power,
Make me, O Lord, thy blest abode And let me rove no more!
Departure from Christ lamented.
1 OH thou, who on the cross Didst for my sins atone, Although rebellious, and perverse, Do not a child disown!
2 Thine by a thousand ties
I am, and still would be ; Confirm my faith-inflame my love, And draw my soul to thee.
Returning and choosing God.
1 MY gracious Lord, whose changeless love To me, nor earth nor hell can part, When shall my feet forget to rove? Ah, what shall fix this faithless heart? 2 Why do these cares my soul divide, If thou indeed hast set me free? Why am I thus, if thou hast died, If thou hast died to ransom me? 3 Great God, thy sovereign aid impart, And guard the gifts thyself hast given: My portion thou, my treasure art,
My life, my happiness and heaven.
4 Would aught with thee my wishes share, Though dear as life the idol be, That idol from my breast I'll tear, Resolved to seek my all from thee. 5 Whate'er I fondly counted mine, To thee, my Lord, I here restore : With joy 1 all for thee resign: Give me thyself-I ask no more.
S. M. St. Thomas. Pentonville.
1 MY soul, review the time
In which my God I sought; I cried aloud for aid divine, And aid divine he brought.
2 Through all my fainting heart His secret vigor spread;
To me his strength he did impart, And raised my drooping head.
f 3 Now will I raise my voice,
In loud and cheerful song; With all the saints will I rejoice, Who to his courts belong.
4 With them the path I'll trace, Which leads to his abode; With them I'll sing redeeming grace, Along the joyful road.
5 Within his sacred walls,
I shall be ever blest;
I'll follow where my Father calls, And seek his heavenly rest.
8s. & 4. Islington. South Street
1 CREATE, O God, my powers anew, Make my whole heart sincere and true; Oh cast me not in wrath away, Nor let thy soul-enlivening ray Still cease to shine.
2 Restore thy favor, bliss divine!
Those heavenly joys that once were mine; Let thy good Spirit, kind and free, Uphold and guide my steps to thee, Thou God of love.
mf 3 Then will I teach thy sacred ways; With holy zeal proclaim thy praise; Till sinners leave the dangerous road, Forsake their sins, and turn to God With hearts sincere.
p 4 Oh cleanse my guilt, and heal my pain; Remove the blood-polluted stain ;- Then shall my heart adoring trace, My Saviour God, the boundless grace, That flows from thee.
1 AGAIN, indulgent Lord, return, With sweet and quickening grace, To cheer and warm my sluggish soul, And speed me in my race.
2 Awake, my love, my faith, my hope, My fortitude, and joy:
Vain world, be gone-let things above My happy thoughts employ.
3 Whilst thee, my Saviour, and my God, I would forever own;
Drive each rebellious, rival lust, Each traitor, from the throne. 4 Instruct my mind-my will subdue, To heaven my passions raise; And let my life forever be Devoted to thy praise.
INSTITUTIONS OF THE GOSPEL.
11 1 HOW honored is the place, Where we adoring stand, Zion, the glory of the earth, And beauty of the land! 2 Bulwarks of grace defend The city where we dwell; While walls, of strong salvation made, Defy the assaults of hell.
3 Lift up th' eternal gates, The doors wide open fling; Enter, ye nations that obey The statutes of your King.
4 Here taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace;-. You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventured on his grace.
5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints, And banish all your fears: Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years.
1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place, The seat of thy Creator's grace; Thine holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God.
2 Thy walls are strength-and at thy gates A guard of heavenly warriors waits; Nor shall thy deep foundation move, Fixed on his counsels and his love. 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against thy throne in vain they rage; Like rising waves with angry roar, > That break and die upon the shore.
4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the wrath of earth and hell; His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. 5 God is our shield-and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace, And we reflect his brightest praise.
421 The Promise to Believers and their Children.
་་ 1 HOW large the promise! how divine! To Abraham and his seed! "I'll be a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need."
2 The words of his extensive love From age to age endure;
The angel of the covenant proves, And seals the blessings sure.
3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms To our great father given; He takes young children in his arms, And calls them heirs of heaven.
4 Our God!-how faithful are his ways! His love endures the same; Nor from the promise of his grace Blots out our children's name.
S. M. Pentonville. Mornington.
1 LORD, what our ears have heard, Our eyes delighted trace;
Thy love in long succession shown To Zion's chosen race.
2 Our children thou dost claim,
And mark them out for thine: Ten thousand blessings to thy name, For goodness so divine.
3 Thee let the fathers own, Thee let the sons adore;
Joined to the Lord in solemn vows, To be forgot no more.
4 How great thy mercies, Lord! How plenteous is thy grace! Which, in the promise of thy love, Includes our rising race.
5 Our offspring, still thy care, Shall own their fathers' God; To latest times thy blessings share, And sound thy praise abroad.
1 THUS saith the mercy of the Lord, "I'll be a God to thee;
I'll bless thy numerous race, and they Shall be a seed for me."
2 With humble faith, eternal King, Thy promise we embrace: To thee our infant offspring bring, And supplicate thy grace.
Christ blessing Children.
1 THE Saviour kindly calls Our children to his breast; He folds them in his gracious arms, Himself declares them blest.
2 "Let them approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble claim; The heirs of heaven are such as these- For such as these I came."
3 With joy we bring them, Lord, Devoting them to thee,
Imploring, that, as we are thine, Thine may our offspring be.
1 BEHOLD what condescending love Jesus on earth displays!
To babes and sucklings he extends The riches of his grace!
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