3 Therefore my hope is in God's grace, 4 Tho' sin with us doth much abound, 252. T. 75. O Whither shall I fly, Depress'd with misery? Who is it that can ease me, And from my sins release me? Man's help I vain have proved, Sin's load remains unmoved. 2 O Jesus, Source of grace! I seek thy loving face, Upon thy invitation, With deep humiliation; Oh, let thy blood me cover, And wash my soul all over. 3 I thy unworthy child, Corrupt throughout and spoil'd, Beseech thee to relieve me, And graciously forgive me My sins, which have abounded, And my poor soul confounded. 4 Thro' thy atoning blood, That precious healing flood, Purge off all sin and sadness, And fill my heart with gladness; Lord, hear thou my confession, And blot out my transgression. 5 Thou shalt my comfort be, Since thou hast dy'd for me; I am by thee acquitted Of all I e'er committed; My sins by thee were carry'd, And in thy tomb interred. 6 I know my poverty; But ne'ertheless for me Are all good gifts procured, 8 Lord Jesus Christ! in thee I know I shall not perish, 9 Lord, strengthen thou my heart, 253.* T. 123. O LORD, afford me light! I'm straying still in darkness, 2 I know 'tis not the same My love to thee my Saviour, With things that cause me smart. I must sincerely venture, If I but bid adieu To ev'ry fleshly view, And cleave to Christ alone, The work at once is done. 5 Vile worm! should'st thou refuse 6 The language of true faith 7" Do what thou wilt with me; A vessel fit for thee, 254. T. 14. THE Lord first empties whom he fills, 2 All fears and terrors, when he smiles, At once must disappear; 3 When he applies his healing blood 4 He freely laid his majesty 5 He's full of grace and truth indeed, 6 Tho' heav'n's his throne, he came from thence To seek and save the lost; 7 On us he spent his life and blood, 255. T. 96. THE Lord descended from above, If all the world in thee may live, 2 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, The hist'ry of thy love repeat In ev'ry mourning sinner's ears; That all may hear the joyful sound, That I, ev'n I, have mercy found. 256. T. 14. IN thee, O Christ, is all my hope, And that thou stand'st by me. In thee I trust alone. 3 I feel the load of sin so vast, 4 Cloth'd in thy righteousness divine, Receive the promise from above, 5 On me, thy helpless worm, O Lord, Till I can, by grace restor❜d, A living faith bestow; That I thy mercy, truth and love, May by experience know. 257. T. 205. LONG I strove my God to love, 2 When with sense of guilt opprest, Glorious off'ring, precious blood! 3 He was offer'd on the tree, Jesus the unspotted Lamb: Worthy truth, great mystery! By his blood salvation came. By his stripes my wounds are heal'd, By his death, God's love reveal'd; We, once strangers far from God, Are brought nigh by Jesus' blood. 258. T. 581. SAVIOUR of thy chosen race, View me from thy heav'nly throne; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften thou this heart of stone; Stone to flesh, O God, convert, Cast a look, and break my heart! 2 By thy Spirit me reprove, All my inmost sins reveal; Let me see, and let me feel; Say: thou know'st, I love thee, Lord. 259. T. 582. AH! whither should I go, Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come, Ah! why should I delay ? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stray. 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part? Which will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within, Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin. 3 Jesus, the hind'rance show, Which I have fear'd to see: 4 I now believe; in thee Which thou wouldst fain remove: Remove it, then shall I declare, That thou, O God, art love! 260. T. 582. OLORD, how vile am I, Unholy and unclean! How can I venture to draw nigh With such a load of sin ? And must I then indeed 3 Break, O break this heart of stone; Form it for thy use alone; Build thy temple in my heart. 4 This be my support in need, That thou didst so freely bleed: All my joys and hopes arise Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed From thy bleeding sacrifice. For such a wretch as I. 2 That blood which thou hast spilt, Low at thy feet I bow, Here will I lie, and wait till thou crimes, By which I've grieved thee. 2 These were the unrelenting foes, Which made thee groan and cry; Caus'd thee to shed thy precious blood, And bow thine head, and die. 3 Thy love hath thaw'd my frozen heart, And caus'd my tears to flow; I now abhor that monster sin, And find he is my foe. 4 I trust my guilt was done away Who felt, t' atone for man's offence, 262. T. 11. 2 Known to thee, whose eyes are flame. M 5 This confirms me when I'm weak, Comforts me, when I am sick, Gives me courage, when I faint, Well supplies my ev'ry want. 6 Saviour, to heart be near, Exercise thy Shepherd-care; Guard my weakness by thy grace, Fill soul with heav'nly peace. 263,* T. 205. my my OH, how great, how rich, how free, Is the grace which Christ bestows! Only cast your misery At the foot of Jesus' cross; Weeping at the throne of grace Lie, and never quit the place, Never till your suit's obtain'd, Never till the blessing's gain'd. 264. T. 16. NOTHING but thy blood, O Jesus! Can relieve us from our smart; Nothing else from guilt release us, Nothing else can melt the heart, 2. Nothing else can ease our burthen: Jesus' precious blood alone, Can produce a sense of pardon, And dissolve a heart of stone. Sure my soul's anchor may remain; Was as a spotless victim slain; Took flesh, and dy'd, and rose again: My sins are swallow'd up in thee; I look into my Saviour's breast: 6 Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head, Tho' strength, and health, and friends be gone; Tho' joys be wither'd all and dead; Tho' ev'ry comfort be withdrawn; 7 Fix'd on this ground may I remain, When earth's foundations melt away: T. 22. IN holy writ it is avow'd That Christ was Israel's Cov'nant-God, By Christ was man to life restor❜d; 3 No wonder therefore that we read, Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear-Did for his church on earth atone, And for the ransom'd round the throne. |