2 Forgive my follies past,
The crimes which I have done;
Oh! bid a contrite sinner live,
Through thy incarnate Son.
3 Guilt, like a heavy load,
Upon my conscience lies;
To thee I make my sorrows known,
And lift my weeping eyes.
4 The burden which I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
Display, O Lord! thy pardoning grace,
And thy unbounded love.
5 One gracious look of thine
Will ease my troubled breast;
Oh! let me know my sins forgiven,
And I shall then be blest.
1 JESUS! I come to thee,
A sinner doomed to die;
My only refuge is thy cross,-
Here at thy feet I lie.
2 Can mercy reach my case,
And all my sins remove?
Break, O my God! this heart of stone,
And melt it by thy love.
3 Too long my soul has gone,
Far from my God, astray;
I've sported on the brink of hell,
In sin's delusive way.
4 But, Lord! my heart is fixed,-
I hope in thee alone;
Break off the chains of sin and death,
And bind me to thy throne.
5 Thy blood can cleanse my heart,
Thy hand can wipe my tears;-
Oh! send thy blessed Spirit down,
To banish all my fears.
6 Then shall my soul arise,
From sin and Satan free; Redeemed from hell and every foe, I'll trust alone in thee.
1 THOU seest my feebleness,
Jesus, be thou my power,-
My help and refuge in distress,
My fortress and my tower.
2 Give me to trust in thee;
Be thou my sure abode :
My horn, and rock, and buckler be,
My Saviour and my God.
3 Myself I cannot save,
Myself I cannot keep;
But strength in thee I surely have,
Whose eyelids never sleep.
4 My soul to thee alone,
Now, therefore, I commend: Lord Jesus, love me as thine own, And love me to the end.
2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But, can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace,
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
1 0 THOU who hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done,
And suffered once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood;
Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be;
Thy merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
3 Then save me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send;
By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
"Thy Maker is thy Friend."
4 The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly with cager wings
To everlasting day!
1 LORD, thou hast won-at length I yield; 1 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
My heart, by mighty grace compelled,
Surrenders all to thee:
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?—
Love conquers even me.
2 But since thou hast thy love revealed,
And shown my soul a pardon sealed,
I can resist no more;
Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed?
Canst thou for such a rebel plead ?
I wonder and adore!
3 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been;
But mercy
has my
heart subdued,
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,
And now, I hate my sin.
4 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone-
Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thec.
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure! insensible!
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
2 O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late;
Wake me to righteousness.
3 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord! shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?
4 Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure!
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!
5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this carth, to live.
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
1 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
The inexorable throne!
2 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!
How make mine own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.
3 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray;
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way
To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart;
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 Kindled his relentings are;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, How shall I give thee up?-
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands,
God is love! I know, I feel:
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
1 WHEN on Sinai's top I sec
God descend, in majesty,
To proclaim his holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When, in ecstacy sublime,
Tabor's glorious steep I climb;
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest;
God in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would forever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary!
1 JESUS! full of truth and love,
We thy kindest word obey;
Faithful let thy mercies prove;
Take our load of guilt away.
2 Weary of this war within,
Weary of this endless strife,
Weary of ourselves and sin,
Weary of a wretched life;
3 Burdened with a world of grief,
Burdened with our sinful load,
Burdened with this unbelief,
Burdened with the wrath of God:
4 Lo! we come to thee for ease, True and gracious as thou art: Now our weary souls release; Write forgiveness on each heart. 330.
1 LORD of mercy, just and kind! Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive! Never shall my troubled mind,
In thy kind remembrance, live? 2 Lord! how long shall Satan's art Tempt my harassed soul to sin, Triumph o'er my humbled heart,— Fears without and guilt within? 3 Lord, my God! thine ear incline, Bending to the prayer of faith; Cheer my eyes with light divine Lest I sleep the sleep of death.
2 Now to you my spirit turns-
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
Oh, receive me into rest!
3 Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave: Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave; 4 Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Every idol I resign.
1 SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all!
Prostrate at thy feet I fall!
Hear, oh, hear my earnest cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die.
2 Vilest of the sons of men,—
Chief of sinners I have been;
Oft abused thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace.
3 Justly might thy righteous dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might thine angry breath
Blast me in eternal death.
4 But with thee there 's mercy found,
Balm to heal my every wound:
Soothe, oh, soothe the troubled breast,
Give the weary wanderer rest.
1 JESUS, save my dying soul;
Make the broken spirit whole:
Humble in the dust I lie :
Saviour, leave me not to die.
2 Jesus, full of every grace,
Now reveal thy smiling face;
Grant the joys of sin forgiven,
Foretaste of the bliss of heaven.
3 All my guilt to thee is known;
Thou art righteous, thou alone:
All my help is from thy cross;
All beside I count but loss.
4 Lord, in thee I now believe;
Wilt thou, wilt thou not forgive!
Helpless at thy feet I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
1 JESUS, all-atoning Lamb,
Thine, and only thine, I am :
Take my body, spirit, soul;
Only thou possess the whole.
2 Thou my one thing needful be;
Let me ever cleave to thee;
Let me choose the better part:
Let me give thee all my heart.
3 Whom have I on earth below?
Thee, and only Thee, I know:
Whom have I in heaven but thee?
Thou art all in all to me.
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