5 Open the intercourse between Never to be broke off again 865 A Restore my peace. ND wilt thou yet be found, If still the same thou art: 3 Thou seest my troubled breast, The foes that interrupt my rest, The agonies I feel. 4 O my offended Lord, Restore my inward peace; S. M. I know thou canst; pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease. 5 I long to see thy face; Thy Spirit I implore, The living water of thy grace, That I may thirst no more. 866 A Danger of final apostasy. L. M. H! Lord, with trembling I confess, A gracious soul may fall from grace; The salt may lose its seas'ning power, And never, never find it more. 2 Lest that my fearful case should be, Each moment knit my soul to thee; And lead me to the mount above, Through the low vale of humble love. BACKSLIDINGS LAMENTED. 867 GOD Lukewarmness. L. M. of unspotted purity, J 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. 868 Humble confession. L. M. SAVIOUR, I now with shame confess My thirst for creature happiness ; 4 Till throughly saved my new-born soul, 869 0 FOR Lamenting the absence of the Spirit. С. М. 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, So purer light shall mark the road 870 SWEET Mourning departed joys. С. М. 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'i, And when the evening shades prevail'd, 3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, I call'd each promise mine. 4 But now, when evening shade prevails, 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. 871 0 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Heal my backslidings. JESUS, full of truth and grace, - Yet once again I seek thy face; And freely my backslidings heal, 2 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,- Implant and root it deep within, 872 0 Restore my peace. JESUS! full of grace, 4 Thine utmost mercy show; 873 0 Loss of first love. THAT I were as heretofore, 3 Far, far above all earthly things I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings, S. M C. M 4 Where am I now ? from what a height Of happiness cast down! And faded is the crown. |