5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 70 71 Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) The Debt of Love. 1 ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt, 2 The darkness of my former state, 3 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 4 All that I am, e'en here on earth, When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) Backslider Returning. 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return"; C. M. My vile ingratitude I mourn; Oh! take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Oh! keep me at thy sacred feet, 72 Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) Longing for Christ. C. M. 1 Он! could I find, from day to day, Then should my hours glide sweet away, 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live, In joys the world can never give, 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, And never, never more depart, For thou art wholly mine. Benjamin Cleveland, 1790. 73 Repentance at the Cross. 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed, 2 Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine, 3 Was it for crimes that I had done, 4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ, the great Creator, died, 5 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do. C. M. 74 Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) Blessedness of the righteous. C. M. 1 THERE is a safe and secret place. 2 The least and feeblest there may bide While thousands fall on every side, 3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, 4 A hand almighty to defend, An honored life, a peaceful end, Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) 75 Christian confidence and gratitude. C. M. 1 How can I sink with such a prop Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 3 All that I am, and all I have, Whate'er my duty bids me give, Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 76 Impart thyself to me. 1 O LORD, impart thyself to me, No other good I need; C. M. When thou, the Son, shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed. 2 I cannot rest till in thy blood I full redemption have; But thou, through whom I come to God, 3 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, 4 I too, with thee, shall walk in white; The length, and depth, and breadth, and height Of everlasting love. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 77 Suffered for sin. 1 On! if my soul were formed for woe, 2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord And groaned away a dying life C. M. |