318 S. M. Hardness of heart lamented. THAT I could repent! O that I could believe! Thou, by thy voice, the marble rend, Strike, with the hammer of thy word, Grant me my sins to feel, And then the load remove : Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, 319 0 The Physician needed. L. M. THOU, whom once they flock'd to hear,Thy words to hear, thy power to feel,Suffer a sinner to draw near, And graciously receive me still. 2 They that be whole, thyself hast said, No need of a physician have; But I am sick, and want thine aid, And wait thine utmost power to save. 2 Thou standest in the holiest place, Thy blood is still our ransom found, 3 We need not now go up to heaven Thou dost e'en now thy banquet crown;To every faithful soul appear, And show thy real presence here. 277 0 A foretaste of glory. WHAT delight is this, S. M. Which now in Christ we know,— 2 When He the table spreads, 3 The Lamb for sinners slain, 4 Let earth and heaven be join'd, His glories to display, And hymn the Saviour of mankind 278 T Rejoicing at the table, with godly sorrow. 10 Jesus, our exalted Lord, L. M. The Name by heaven and earth ador.d, Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise. 3 And art thou not the Saviou still, In every place and age the same? Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, Or lost the virtue of thy name? 4 Faith in thy changeless name I have: 322 L. M. The healing power of Christ. TH His tender mercies ever last, And still his healing power is here. 4 That token of thine utmost good, 323 Lord, help my unbelief. C. M HOW [OW sad our state by nature is; And Satan binds our captive souls 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace Sounds from the sacred word: Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, 3 My soul obeys the gracious call, I would believe thy promise, Lord; 4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my guilty soul 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my strength and righteousness,My Jesus, and my all. 324 The Day-star from on high. MY I feel, alas! that I am dead 2 Ah, whither shall I fly? S. M. I hear the thunder roar ;- 3 When I review my ways, I dread impending doom: 4 With trembling hope I see A beam of day that shines for me, 5 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day. 2 Love's mysterious work is done; 3 Him by faith we taste below, 283 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. L For a parting blessing. of AMB of God, whose dying love Send the answer from above, And let us mercy find: Think on us who think on thee, And every struggling soul release; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace! 2 By thine agonizing pain, And bloody sweat, we pray,— By thy dying love to man, Take all our sins away: Burst our bonds, and set us free; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace! 3 Let thy blood, by faith applied, The sinner's pardon seal; Speak us freely justified, And all our sickness heal: By thy passion on the tree, Let all our griefs and troubles cease; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace! |