Rest for my soul I long to find;
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God,
Thy light and easy burden prove;
Thy cross was stained with hallowed blood,
That I might taste thy dying love.
5 I would, but thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
1 "MERCY, O thou Son of David!"
Thus the blind Bartimeus prayed;
"Mercy, O thou Son of David!
Now to me afford thine aid."
2 Many for his crying chid him,
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him,
"Come, and ask me what you will."
3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted
Alms which none but he could give.
4 Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day!
Straight he saw, and won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
5 Now, methinks, I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around;"
"Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found!
60 that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."
WHO
HO can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of Paradise,
To see a prodigal return,
To see an heir of glory born!
2 With joy, the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love:
The Son with joy looks down, and sees
The purchase of his agonics.
3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul now formed anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.
APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his fect,
For none can perish there.
promise is my only plea, "Vith this I venture nigh;
ou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him thou hast died.
50 wondrous love! to biced and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners such as I
Might plead thy gracious name.
BEHOLD the ark of God!
Behold the open door!
Hasten to gain that blest abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
2 There safe shalt thou abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest:
And every wish be satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
And when the waves of wrath
Again the earth shall fill,
Thine ark shall ride the sea of fire,
And rest on Zion's hill.
THOUGH I am young, I have a soul
The world can never buy;
And while eternal ages roll,
It will not, cannot die.
2 For it must soar to worlds on high,
Where happy spirits dwell;
Or buried with the wicked lie,
Deep in the grave of hell.
3 The soul by blackening sin defiled
Can never enter heaven,
Till God and it be reconciled,
And all its sins forgiven.
4 Till it be pure from all its stains,
In perfect righteousness;
Cleansed by the Saviour's dying pains,
Renewed by sovereign grace.
5 Pardon it, cleanse it, God of grace!
And let it holy be;
Arrayed in thine own holiness,
And meet to dwell with thee.
208 The Wonders of Redemption. C. M.
dwell with sinners here below,
The Saviour left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and wo,
That worthless man might rise.
2 He took the dying sinner's place,
And suffered in his stead;
For man, O miracle of grace!
For man the Saviour bled!
3 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell
In thine atoning blood!
By this are sinners snatched from hell,
And rebels brought to God.
209 The Gospel Trumpet.
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood
Through all the lands proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Ye who have sold for naught
The heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
The Birth of Christ. C. M.
WHILE shepherds watched their flocks
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
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