2 Ah, Lord with such a heart as mine, Unless thou hold me fast, My faith will fail, I shall decline, 3 'Tis thou alone hast pow'r and grace, To whom then shall I turn my face, 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd 5 The help of men and angels join'd, Nor can I hope relief to find, 6 No voice but thine can give me resi, And bid my fears depart; No love but thine can make me blest, HYMN 200. Eights and Sixes. to I still had stubborn been : But mercy has my heart subdu'd, soul, 2 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, Releas'd from Satan's hard command, 3 My will conform'd to thine would move, My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue 4 And can I be the very same, Surely each one who hears my case, HYMN 201. C. M. Joy in the Holy Ghost. My soul doth magnify the Lord My spirit doth rejoice In God, my Saviour and my God; 2 I need not go abroad for joy, 3 Down from en high the blessed Dove, Is come into my breast; To witness God's eternal love: This is my heav'nly feast. 4 This makes me, Abba Father, cry, It makes me cry, my Lord, my God, 5 There is a stream that issues forth And from the Lamb, a living stream, One cordial drop revives my heart; Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, 8 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine, 9 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, 1 I taste thy sweetest love; My soul doth leap but oh! for wings, 10 Then should I fly far hence away, Then should my Lord put forth his hand, 11 Then should my soul with angels feast, HYMN 202. C. M. Rejoicing in a Revival of Religion. ARK! hear the sound, on earth 'tis found Of dying love that's from above, Of pardon bought most dear. 2 God's ministers, a flaming fire, 3 Young converts sing, and praise their king, 4 Convinc'd of sin, men now begin Trembling they pray, and mourn the day 5 God's chariot rolls, and frights the souls And saints in pray 'r, cry, Lord, draw near, 6 Pour down a shower of thy great pow'r, On all who try and humbly cry, That they may have a part. 7 Come, sinners, all, hear now God's call, And pray with one accord; Saints, raise your songs-with joyful tongues, To hail th' approaching Lord. HYMN 203. L. M. An awakened Sinner lamenting his past security. ALAS, alas, how blind I've been, How little of myself I've seen! Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, Thoughtless of God whom I defy'd. 2 I heard of heav'n, I heard of hell, Where bliss and woe eternal dwell; A But mock'd the threats of truth divine, The holy law which heav'n had spoke. Which hapless millions first had trod. Nor hear the voice of joy again. HYMN 204. C. M. The successful Resolve. I will go in unto the NOME, humble sinner, in whose breast, Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Whatever may oppose. |