3 Still sure to me thy promise stands, And ever must abide : 4 To this, this only will I cleave; That word is truth, and I believe :— 392 Prisoner of hope. C. M. L ET the redeem'd give thanks and praise My feeble voice I cannot raise, Till wash'd in Jesus' blood: 2 Till, at thy coming from above, 3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend 4 Restored by reconciling grace; 5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive, The love and joy unknown, Now, Father, to thy servant give, And claim me for thine own. 6 My God, in Jesus pacified, My God, thyself declare; And draw me to his open side, And plunge the sinner there. 393 0 Deprecating the wrath to come. THOU that wouldst not have One wretched sinner die; Who diedst thyself, my soul to save Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe; S. M. That when thou comest on thy throne, I may with joy appear. 2 Thou art thyself the Way; Thyself in me reveal; So shall I spend my life's short day, Obedient to thy will: So shall I love my God, Because he first loved me; And praise thee in thy bright abode, 394 The Sun of righteousness. SUN of righteousness, arise To my diseased, my fainting soul, C. M. 2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel, By thy all-piercing beam: Lighten mine eyes with faith; my heart 3 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning power, 4 Father, thy long-lost son receive; 4 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 360 A PENITENTIAL. To whom should we go? H! whither should I go, S. M. Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come; Ah! why do I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part,Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart? Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; 3 I now believe, in thee, Which thou wouldst fain remove. Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love. 2 My God! O could I make the claim-- 3 By every name of power and love, 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace O make my heavy sorrows cease, 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And change these deep, complaining sighs, For songs of sacred praise. 397 Humble confession. N sorrow I lament, Before thy feet, my God, S. M My passion, pride, and discontent,--- 2 Ne'er was a heart more base 3 How long, Lord, shall I feel 3 Appear, and my sorrow shall cease; 4 0 enter this desolate heart,Then rule o'er the heart thou hast won; Nor again in thine anger depart, But make it forever thy throne. 363 Timely penitence. C. M. WHEN rising from the bed of death, I view my Maker face to face,— 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My soul with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? 4 0 may my broken, contrite heart, And early, with repentant tears, 5 Behold the sorrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groan, 6 For never shall my soul despair Who knows thine only Son hath died |