180. I determined to know nothing save Jesus Christ, and him crucified. 1 Cor. ii. 2.AC. M. 1 F SOME wise men of opinions boast, And sleep on doctrines sound, 2 Good doctrines can do me no good 3 O may my single aim be now And nought on earth desire to know 4 Disputings only gender strife, But godliness in all its life At Jesu's cross we find. 5 Lord, let thy wondrous cross employ 1 ETERNAL Father, Lord of all, By heav'n and earth ador'd, Regard a guilty creature's call,de 2 Thou askest for my worthless heart; 3 Lord Jesus, Son of God most high, 4 Thee Saviour of the world we own, 5 Thou Holy Ghost, who dost reveal grace, And knowest well the Father's will, 1 Give gracious hearts and open'd eyes, 182. For the Ordinance of the Lord's Supper. S. M. ATONEMENT Jesus made, For he our Surety stood; The ransom price he fully paid, And paid it with his blood. 2 His blood for mercy cries, And bids the sinner come To feast upon the sacrifice, And whispers, "There is room." 3 I bless thee, dying Friend, Such pity none but God could lend, 183. The same. [Tune, Mediator. 1 THRO' Jesu's death we live, Upon his cross we rest; And faithful souls receive What makes a sinner blest: 2 Eternal love and praise To Jesus Christ are duc; A song which from redemption came, 184. My soul is even as a weaned child. 1 DEAR Psalm exxxi 2. EAR Jesus, cast a look on me; I come with simplest pray'r to thee, Weary of what belongs to man, I long to be as I began, Infantly meek and mild. 8.6. 2 No wild ambition I would have, 3 Well weaned from the world below, My soul would step a stranger forth, 4 I would love him with all my heart, 5 His presence I would have each day, 185. The same. 1 JESUS, ESUS, cast a look on me, me poor, and keep me low, 2 Weaned from my lordly selfpad terutm Weaned from the scorner's ways,ONA 3 All that feeds my busy pride, 4 Make me like a little child, Of my strength and wisdom spoil'd; Walking only in thy might. 5 Leaning on thy loving breast, 6 In this posture let me live, 186.. 1 Our sufficiency is of God. LORD, with shame I do confess My universal emptiness, My poverty and pride; I cannot keep thee i my sight, Nor can I think one thought aright, Unless thy Spirit guide. 8.6. |