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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