2 I own my ways to be corrupt, 3 Lord, send thy Spirit from above, And through thine all-abounding grace 4 On my distress'd, benighted soul, Make me to hear thy pard'ning voice, M I call'd? and can it be! P. M. 78. 1A Has my Savior chosen me? Guilty, wretched as I am, Has he named my worthless name? Dare I raise my hopes so high? 2 Am I call'd? I dare not stay, 4 Am I call'd? an heir of God! 833 (811) 1 L. M. Surrendering the heart to Christ. 'B' That mystry to th' angelic host I gaze with grief and rapture too, And all my soul's in wonder lost. 2 What strange compassion fill'd thy breast, That brought thee from thy throne on high, To woes, that cannot be express'd, To be despis'd, to groan and die? 3 Was it for man, rebellious man, 5 Had I a voice to praise thy name, Loud as the trump that wakes the dead, Had I the raptur'd seraph's flame, My debt of love could ne'er be paid. 1 WH THERE shall we sinners hide our heads? Or shall we wrap us in the shades Of midnight and the grave? 2 Is there no shelter from the eye Jesus, to thy dear wounds we fly: 3 Those guardian drops our souls secure, And conscience smiles within. 4 We bless that wondrous purple stream Our souls are yet but half-redeem'd, P. M. 7s. 835 (813) Deep contrition. SUPPLICATION FOR DIVINE MERCY. S. M. FOR PRAYER-MEETINGS AND REVIVALS. 836 (814) The burden of sin. H! whither should I go, Burden'd and sick and faint! To whom should I my troubles show, 2 My Savior bids me come, He calls the weary sinner home, 3 What is it keeps me back From which I cannot part? 520 SUPPLICATION FOR THE DIVINE MERCY. 4 Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within; 5 Jesus, the hindrance show, 6 Searcher of hearts, in mine 7 I now believe in thee Compassion reigns alone; 837* 1 WHERE HERE is my God? does he retire 2 He hears the breathings of desire; And hope to reach his gracious ear. 3 Look up,. my soul, with cheerful eye; With precious incense in his hands. 4 He hears and soothes each humble groan; He recommends each broken pray'r; Recline thy hope on him alone Whose pow'r and love forbid despair. 838 (816) The inward conflict. S. M. ND wilt thou yet be found, 2 Jesus, thine aid afford, If still the same thou art, 3 Thou seest my troubled breast, 4 0, my offended Lord, Restore my inward peace, I know thou canst; pronounce the word, 5 I long to see thy face, Thy Spirit I implore, The living water of thy grace, 839* Burden of guilt. C. M. 1 WITH guilt oppress'd, bow'd down with sin, groan; Give me, O Lord, a heart of flesh; 2 A burden'd sinner, lo! I come, 3 Nor peace, nor rest, my soul can find, Till there in humble faith I cry, "The Savior died for me." |