Then thy word our spirits nourish'd, Happy seasons we have seen! But a drought has since succeeded, And a sad decline we see; Lord, thy help is greatly needed, Help can only come from thee. Some, in whom we once delighted, Weshall meet no more below; Some, alas! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single leaf they show. Dearest Savior, hasten hither, Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh, permit them not to wither Let not all our hopes be vain: 10. "TIS A POINT. 1 'Tis a point I long to know, Wisdom, if you still despise, Harder is it to be won. Oft it causes anxious thought: 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull, this lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Stay not for the morrow's Who have never heard his 3 Hasten, sinnner, to return; name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove Every trifle give me pain If I knew a Savior's love? 4 When I turn mine eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild; Fill'd with unbelief and sinCan I deem myself a child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You who love the Lord indeed, Tell me is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all! 7 Lord decide the doubtful case! Thou who art thy people's sun: Shine upon thy work of grace, 8 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day. 11. HASTEN, SINNER. 1 HASTEN, Sinner, to be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten sinner, to be blest: Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun. 12. SEEK MY SOUL. 1 SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate, Enter, ere it be too late; 2 God from mercy's seat shall rise, And for ever bar the skies: Then, though sinners cry without, He will say, "I know you not." 3 Mournfully will they exclaim→ Lord! we have profess'd thy name; We have ate with thee, and heard Heavenly teaching in thy word 4 Vain, alas! will be their plea, Workers of iniquity; Sad their everlasting lotChrist will say "I know you not.'' |