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3 That Spirit, which from age to age
Proclaim'd thy love, and taught thy ways ? Brighten'd Isaiah's vivid page,
And breathed in David's hallow'd lays ? 4 Is not thy grace as mighty now
As when Elijah felt its power ; When glory beam'd from Moses' brow,
Or Job endured the trying hour? 5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days;
Renew thy work; thy grace restore; And while to thee our hearts we raise,
On us thy Holy Spirit pour. 860
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Broken vous lamented. GOD! how often hath thine ear
To me in willing mercy bow'd ;
Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd :
Return, O Lord of Hosts, return!
Behold thy servant in distress; My faithlessness again I mourn;
Again forgive my faithlessness; And to thine arms of mercy take, And bless me for the Saviour's sake.
S. M. The warning voice of Jesus. IRACIOUS Redeemer, shake
This slumber from my soul ! Say to me now,--Awake, awake!
And Christ shall make thee whole. 2 Lay to thy mighty hand;
Alarm me in this hour;
The thunder of thy power.
3 Give me on thee to call,
Always to watch and pray,
And cast my shield away.
And ready may I be;
And looking up to thee.
My soul of evil near;
Thy voice still let me hear :
Come back, and walk therein;
And shun the paths of sin.
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Pleading for restoring grace. ’TIS enough, my God, my God!
Here let me give my wand'rings o’er: No longer trample on thy blood,
And grieve thy gentleness no more;
Now let it unto me be shown ;
Who humbly for thy mercy groan :
Of infinite compassion,-hear:
Once more in my behalf appear: Repentance, faith, and pardon give: O let me turn again and live!
When heated in the chase,
And thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine ;
Thou Majesty divine !
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh; When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soui ?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy Saviour, and thy King. 864
My fallen spirit's hope,
Ah! when shall I wake up ?
The Life, the Truth, the Way; Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,
My sinking footsteps stay.
In heaven above, to give,
In thee to walk and live.
In mystic union join
The fellowship divine.
5 Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and thee, Never to be broke off again
To all eternity. 865
I still draw near ?
Of a poor sinner's prayer. 2 Jesus, thine aid afford,
If still the same thou art:
I lift my helpless heart.
The strugglings of my will, The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel. 4 O my offended Lord,
Restore my inward peace; I know thou canst; pronounce the word,
And bid the tempest cease. 5 I long to see thy face;
Thy Spirit I implore,–
That I may thirst no more. 866
A gracious soul may fall from grace;
Us, and our works, canst thou behold ? Justly are they abhorr'd by thee,
Whose works are neither hot nor cold. 2 Better that we had never known
The way to heaven, through saving grace, Than basely in our lives disown,
And slight and mock thee to thy face. 3 O let us our own works forsake ;
Ourselves and all we have deny: Thy condescending counsel take;
And come to thee, pure gold to buy. 4 O may we through thy grace attain
The faith thou never wilt reprove ;The faith that purges every stain,
The faith that always works by love. 868
My thirst for creature happiness;