Go to Golgotha.
10 to Golgotha, and weep
1G With the suff'ring Son of God,
And behold, with anguish deep,
Where the sacred Victim stood;
Like a lamb to slaughter led,
Every friend and helper fled.
2 Go to Golgotha, and see
All the heavens in sackcloth hung,
While rebuke and blasphemy
Issue foul from every tongue.
Hear that agonizing cry,
While the rending rocks reply.
3 Go to Golgotha, and tell
Why the scourge, the crown of thorn,
Why the powers of earth and hell
Join in deeds of hate and scorn;
Why such innocence in tears,
On the shameful cross appears.
4 Go to Golgotha, and learn
All the bitterness of sin;
In those scenes of wrath discern
What thine own desert hath been.
Thine the shame, reproach, and guilt;
"T was for thee that blood was spilt.
5 Go to Golgotha, and pray
That thy sins may be forgiven;
He on whom thy burthens lay,
Now is Advocate in heaven.
Lift thine eyes to his abode,
Trusting in the Son of God.
92.-8s 78. A Fountain opened.
Comets ruin'd by the fall,
YOME to Calv'ry's holy mountain,
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows for every guilty soul,
In a full perpetual tide;
Open'd when the Saviour died.
2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty seek remission;
Here the lost a refuge find.
Health, this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
3 Come, ye dying, live forever;
"Tis a soul-reviving flood;
God is faithful; he will never
Break his cov'nant, seal'd in blood;
Sign'd when our Redeemer died—
Seal'd when he was glorified.
CONVICTION AND PENITENCE.
Conviction. [New Arrang. 268.
God invite me to his arms,
And do I still delay?
Shall he impart his just commands,
And I refuse t' obey.
2 Doth Jesus call me to rely
Upon his righteousness,
For safety bid me thither fly,
And I despise his grace?
3 Hath not the Holy Spirit yet,
Withdrawn his influence?
And do I still supinely sit,
Immersed in earth and sense?
4 By mercy wooed, by wrath pursued,
How sluggish I remain ;
Rouse up, my dull inactive powers,
The heavenly prize to gain.
HERE shall a wretched sinner flee,
To ease his wounded soul?
The Saviour cries, Believe in me,
And I will make thee whole.
2 Believe in thee, my dearest Lord,
Oh, help mine unbelief,
All needful grace do thou afford,
And send me quick relief.
3 Sprinkled with thine atoning blood,
Let me at length appear
Before the awful bar of God,
And find acceptance there.
Sinner desponding. [New Ar. 279.
HY sinks my soul desponding?
Why fill my eyes with tears,
While nature all-surrounding
The smile of beauty wears?
Why, burden'd still with sorrow,
Is every lab'ring thought?
Each vision that I borrow,
With gloom and sadness fraught?
2 The pleasures that deceived me
My soul no more can charm,
Of rest they have bereaved me,
And fill'd me with alarm;
The objects, I have cherish'd,
Are empty as the wind;
My earthly joys are perished;
What comfort shall I find?
3 If inward, still inquiring,
I turn my searching eye,
Or upward, now aspiring,
I raise my feeble cry,
No heavenly light is beaming
To cheer my troubled breast,
No ray of comfort gleaming
To give my spirit rest.
4 O, from this dreadful anguish,
Is there no refuge nigh?
'Tis guilt that makes me languish,
And leaves me thus to die:
I will renounce my folly
Before the throne of grace;
And make the Lord, most holy,
My strength and righteousness.
Self-condemned. [New Ar. 280,
1AH, what can I, a sinner, do,
With all my guilt oppress'd?
I feel the hardness of my heart,
And conscience knows no rest.
2 Great God, thy good and perfect law
Does all my life condemn;
The secret evils of my soul
Fill me with fear and shame.
3 How many precious Sabbaths gone,
I never can recall ;
And O, what cause have I to mourn,
Who misimproved them all.
4 How long, how often have I heard
Of Jesus, and of heaven ;
Yet scarcely listen'd to his word,
Or pray'd to be forgiven.
5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to Thee,
And grant renewing grace;
For thou this flinty heart canst break,
And thine shall be the praise.
LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die,
Did he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd 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 Prince of Glory, 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 my eyes to tears.
5 But floods of grief can ne'er repay,
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away—
"T is all that I can do.
Penitential. [New Arrang. 282
10, How would I vent my sighs,
IF my soul was form'd for wo,
Repentance should, like rivers, flow
From both my streaming eyes.
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