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 0 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 0 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. L. M.
AVIOUR, I now with shame confess My thirst for creature happiness; By base desires I wrong'd thy love, And forced thy mercy to remove. 2 Yet, O the riches of thy grace! Thou, who hast seen my evil ways, Wilt freely my backslidings heal, And pardon on my conscience seal 3 Yea, for thy truth and mercy's sake, My comfort thou wilt give me back; And lead me on from grace to grace, In all the paths of righteousness;
4 Till throughly saved my new-born soul, And perfectly by faith made whole, Shall bright in thy full image rise, To share thy glory in the skies.
Lamenting the absence of the Spirit. FOR a closer walk with God,- A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their mem❜ry still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest:
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
(WEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'u, His praises tuned my tongue; And when the evening shades prevail'd, His love was all my song.
3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,
I call'd each promise mine.
4 But now, when evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns.
5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail; O make my soul thy care;
I know thy mercy cannot fail ;- Let me that mercy share.
JESUS, full of truth and grace,— More full of grace than I of sin,— Yet once again I seek thy face; Open thine arms and take me in! And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.
2 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,My fallen spirit to restore;
O for thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive, and bid me sin no more: The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer. 3 Ah, give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at the' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart;
Implant and root it deep within, That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare to' offend thee more.
Restore my peace.
JESUS! full of grace, 'I
To thee I make my moan: Let me again behold thy face-- Call home thy banish'd one 2 Again my pardon seal, Again my soul restore, And freely my backslidings heal, And bid me sin no more.
3 Wilt thou not bid me rise? Speak, and my soul shall live; Forgive, my gasping spirit cries,— Abundantly forgive.
4 Thine utmost mercy show; Say to my drooping soul,— In peace and full assurance go; Thy faith hath made thee whole.
THAT I were as heretofore, When, warm in my first love, I only lived my God to' adore, And seek the things above. 2 Upon my head his candle shone, And, lavish of his grace,
With cords of love he drew me on, And half unveil'd his face.
3 Far, far above all earthly things Triumphantly I rode;
I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings, And found, and talk'd with God
4 Where am I now? from what a height Of happiness cast down!
The glory swallow'd up in night, And faded is the crown.
5 O God, thou art my home, my rest, For which I sigh in pain; How shall I 'scape into thy breast? My Eden how regain?
God's absence deprecated.
THOU, whose mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye;- 2 See, at thy throne of grace,
A wretched wand'rer mourn : Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said,-Return?
3 Shall guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet? O let not this last refuge fail,- This only safe retreat.
4 Absent from thee, my Light, Without one cheering ray,- Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way!
5 On this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine; And let thy voice again impart
A taste of joy divine.
12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. The deceitfulness of sin.
JESUS, friend of sinners, hear Yet once again, I pray; From my debt of sin set clear, For I have naught to pay: Speak, O speak the kind release; A poor backsliding soul restore; Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
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