I feel, alas, that I am dead 2 Ah, whither shall I fly? 3 4 5 The law proclaims destruction nigh, When I review my ways, But sure a friendly whisper says, A glimmering from afar; A beam of day that shines for me, 266 1 2 3 4 "Behold, I am vile." Job xl. 4. How can I dare to venture nigh Is this polluted heart A dwelling fit for thee? Swarming, alas, in every part, If I attempt to pray, And lisp thy holy name, My thoughts are hurried soon away, My soul is put to shame. If in thy word I look, Such darkness fills my mind, I only read a sealed book, 5 And must I then indeed Sink in despair and die? Lord, I believe that thou didst bleed For such a wretch as I Cowper. S. M. 6 Low at thy feet I bow; Oh pity and forgive; Here will I lie and wait till thou Newton. 267 THE SUPPLIANT. The Suppliant. 1 JESUS, full of all compassion, 4 On the word thy blood hath sealed Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall. 5 Saved the deed shall spread new glory Through the shining realms above; Angels sing the pleasing story, 268 Ingratitude of the sinful Heart. 1 AND will the Lord thus condescend visit sinful worms? Thus at the door shall mercy stand, 2 Surprising grace!-and shall my heart Has this hard rock no tender part? 8.7. Turner. C. M. 3 Shall Jesus for admittance sue, 4 'Tis sin, alas, with tyrant power, And crowds of traitors bar the door 5 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart; And guard the passage to my heart, 269 Ingratitude lamented. 1 Is this the kind return, 2 3 Are these the thanks we owe Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? Has sin reduced our mind! Mrs. Steele. What strange, rebellious wretches we, On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, 5 And bow their necks to men; But we, more base, more brutish things, Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh; S. M. Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. 6 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, 270 1 The Divine Patience. AND are we, wretches, yet alive? And do we yet rebel? Watts. C. M. 'Tis boundless, 'tis amazing love 3 Almighty goodness cries-" Forbear”— 4 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command; Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, 271 Confession. OVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all, Hear, oh hear the sinner's cry, Blast me in eternal fire. 4 But with thee there 's mercy found, Soothe, oh soothe the troubled breast, 272 Review of the Past. Aswer the my memory S o'er the past my memory strays, 'Tis that I mourn departed days, 2 The world and worldly things beloved, Watts. 7s. Raffles. C. M. 3 Yet, O my Saviour, wild despair 4 My life's brief remnant all be thine; 273 In-dwelling Sin Lamented. 1 WITH tears of anguish I lament, My passion, pride, and discontent, 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, 3 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, And give my conscience rest? Middleton. C. M. 4 Break, sovereign grace, oh break the charm, And set the captive free: Reveal, Almighty God, thy arm, And haste to rescue me. 274 The Contrite Heart. 1 L With all my idols part, And to thy gracious eye present A humble, contrite heart: ORD, I would now repent 2 3 A heart with grief oppressed, 4 With softening pity look, And melt my hardness down ; Stennett. S. M. |