Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
T' invite you near.
3 Ye saints in glory! strike the lyre;
Ye mortals! catch the sacred fire;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim;-
For ever worthy is the Lamb
1 YE hearts with youthful vigor warm!
In smiling crowds draw near;
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.
3 The soul, that longs to see his face,
Is sure his love to gain;
And they, who early seek his grace,
Shall never seek in vain.
4 What object, Lord! my soul should move,
If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?
5 Away, ye false delusive toys!
Vain tempters of the mind
"T is here I fix my lasting choice,
For here, true bliss I find.
88, 78 and 4.
Children exhorted.
1 CHILDREN! hear the melting story
Of the Lamb that once was slain;
"T is the Lord of life and glory;
Shall he plead with you in vain?
Oh! receive him,
And salvation now obtain.
2 Yield no more to sin and folly, So displeasing in his sight;
Jesus loves the pure and holy,
They alone are his delight;
Seek his favor,
And your hearts to him unite. 3 All your sins to him confessing Who is ready to forgive;
Seek the Saviour's richest blessing,
On his precious name, believe;
He is waiting,-
Will you not his grace receive?
Children invited to Christ.
1 CHILDREN! listen to the Lord,
And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind-
Early seek, and you shall find.
2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;
Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side;-
Come-you will not be denied.
3 For his worship now prepare;
Kneel to him in fervent prayer;
Serve him with a perfect heart ;
Never from his ways depart.
10 THOU! whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;-
2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-" Return?"
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.
4 Oh! shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
282. Repentance at the Cross of Christ.
1 HEARTS of stone! relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;
See his body, mangled, rent,
Covered with the gore of blood!
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?
Crucified God's only Son!
2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,
Driven the nails that fixed him there, Crowned with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with a bloody spear, Made his soul a sacrifice,-
While for sinful man he dies.
3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain,-
Still to death thy Lord pursue?
Open all his wounds again,-
And the shameful cross renew?
No;-with all my sins I'll part,
Break, Oh! break, my bleeding heart!
283. Pleading in Jesus' Name.
1 FATHER of mercies, God of Love.
Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,-
Thy throne of glorious majesty;
Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice.
2 I urge no merit of my own,
No worth to claim thy gracious smile; No, when I come before thy throne, Dare to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus! is my plea,Dearest and sweetest name to me.
3 Father of mercies, God of love!
Then hear thine humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,
Thy throne of glorious majesty;
One pard'ning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.
C. M.
284. Godly Sorrow at the Cross.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it, for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity !-grace unknown!-
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord! I give myself away;-
"T is all that I can do.
285. Backslider's Return through Christ.
1 WEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
To him, with penitence, I mourn:
I have an advocate above,-
A friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin,-
Yet once again I seek thy face,
Open thine arms and take me in;
Oh! freely my backslidings heal,
And love the dying sinner still.
9 Ah! give me, Lord! the tender heart,
That trembles at th' approach of sin;
A godly fear of sin impart,
Implant, and root it deep within;
That I may fear thy gracious power,
And never dare t' offend thee more."
C. M.
Penitence and Hope.
1 DEAR Saviour! when my thoughts recall
The wonders of thy grace,
Low at thy feet ashamed I fall,
And hide this wretched face.
2 Oh! while I breathe to thee, my Lord!
The penitential sigh,
Confirm the kind forgiving word,
With pity in thine eye.
3 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet,
Rejoice to seek thy face;
And grateful own-how kind, how sweet,
Thy condescending grace.
Confession and Entreaty.
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.
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