3 Look, as when thy languid eye Was closed that we might live; Father, (at the point to die
My Saviour pray'd,) forgive! Surely with that dying word
He turns, and looks, and cries,-'Tis done! O, my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou break'st my heart of stone.
BECAUSE for me the Saviour prays,
And pleads his death for me,
God hath vouchsafed a longer space,
And spared the barren tree.
2 Time to repent thou dost bestow;
Now, Lord, the power impart,
And let mine eyes with tears o'erflow,
And break my stubborn heart.
3 I now from all my sins would turn,
To my atoning God;
And look on him I pierced, and mourn,
And feel the sprinkled blood:-
4 Would nail my passions to the cross,
Where my Redeemer died;
And all things else account but loss
For Jesus crucified.
5 Giver of penitential pain,
Before thy cross I lie;
In grief determined to remain
Till thou thy blood apply.
6 Forgiveness on my conscience seal;
Bestow thy promised rest;
With purest love thy servant fill,
And number with the blest.
Hardness of heart lamented.
THAT I could revere
My much offended God;
O that I could but stand in fear
Of thy afflicting rod!
2 If mercy cannot draw,
Thou by thy threat'nings move;
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.
3 Let me with horror fly
From every sinful snare;
No longer, in my Judge's eye,
My Judge's anger dare.
4 Thou great, tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart;
The grace be now on me bestow'd,
The tender, fleshly heart.
5 For Jesus' sake alone,
The stony heart remove;
And melt at last, O melt me down, Into the mould of love.
AVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race, Save me;-from thy lofty throne Give the sweet relenting grace; Soften this obdurate stone ;Stone to flesh, O God, convert; Cast a look, and break my heart! 2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove; All mine inmost sins reveal; Sins against thy light and love,
Let me see, and let me feel; Sins that crucified my Lord,Spilt again thy precious blood.
10th P. M. 8 lines Es.
Ardent desires for the Spirit's influences. NOME, holy, celestial Dove,
To visit a sorrowful breast;
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest.
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load ;
The sense of acceptance to give,
And sprinkle his heart with the blood.
2 With me if of old thou hast strove,
And strangely withheld me from sin,
And tried, by the lure of thy love,
My worthless affections to win;
The work of thy mercy revive;
Thy uttermost mercy exert;
And kindly continue to strive,
And hold, till I yield thee my heart.
3 Thy call if I ever have known,
And sigh'd from myself to get free,
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thee;
Fulfil the imperfect desire;
Thy peace to my conscience reveal;
The sense of thy favour inspire,
And give me my pardon to feel.
OW oft have I the Spirit grieved,
Since first with me he strove;
How obstinately disbelieved,
And trampled on his love!
How have I sinn'd against the light;
Broken from his embrace;
And would not, when I freely might,
Be justified by grace.
2 But after all that I have done
To drive him from my heart,
The Spirit leaves me not alone,-
He doth not yet depart;
He will not give the sinner o'er;
Ready e'en now to save,
He bids me come as heretofore,
That I his grace may have.
3 I take thee at thy gracious word;
My foolishness I mourn;
And unto my redeeming Lord,
However late, I turn:
Saviour, I yield, I yield at last;
I hear thy speaking blood;
Myself, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God.
DISCLOSE thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers;
Gasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers:
Hasten, Lord, no more delay;
Come, my Saviour, come away.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see:
Till thou inward life impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy divine;
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Groaning for deliverance.
WHEN shall thy love constrain
And force me to thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest?
2 Ah! what avail my strife,-
My wand'ring to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life:
Ah! whither should I go?
3 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall;
I groan to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
Y soul before thee prostrate lies;
To thee, her Source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free.
2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 Already springing hope I feel,—
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
4 One only care my soul shall know,—
Father, all thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
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