4 Grant me now the bliss to feel Of those that are in thee: Son of God, thyself reveal; Engrave thy Name on me. As in heaven, be here adored,
And let me now the promise prove; Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love.
Now is the accepted time.
even now, I yield, I yield, With all my sins to part; Redeemer, speak my pardon seal'd, And purify my heart.
20 Jesus, now my heart inspire With that pure love of thine; Enkindle now the heavenly fire, To brighten and refine.
3 Now purify my faith like gold; The dross of sin remove;
Melt down my spirit, Lord, and mould Into thy perfect love.
SAVIOUR, welcome to my heart; Possess thy humble throne; Bid every rival, Lord, depart, And reign, O Christ, alone.
2 The world and Satan I forsake; To thee I all resign;
My longing heart, Ŏ Saviour, take, And fill with love divine.
30 may I never turn aside,
Nor from thy bosom flee;
Let nothing here my heart divide; I give it all to thee.
(OME, O my God, the promise seal,
Now in my waiting soul reveal The virtue of thy love. 2 I want thy life, thy purity, Thy righteousness, brought in: I ask, desire, and trust in thee To be redeem'd from sin.
3 For this, as taught by thee, I pray, My inbred sin cast out:
Thou wilt, in me, thy power display; I can no longer doubt.
4 Let anger, sloth, desire, and pride, This moment be subdued; Be cast into the crimson tide Of my Redeemer's blood.
5 Saviour, to thee my soul looks up, My present Saviour thou! In all the confidence of hope, I claim the blessing now.
6 'Tis done; thou dost this moment saveWith full salvation bless;
Redemption through thy blood I have, And spotless love and peace.
The evidence of perfect love.
QUICKEN'D with our immortal Head,
Who daily, Lord, ascend with thee; Redeem'd from sin, and free indeed, We taste our glorious liberty.
2 Saved from the fear of hell and death,
we seek the things above;
And all thy saints the spirit breathe Of power, sobriety, and love.
3 Power o'er the world, the flesh, and sin, We through thy gracious Spirit feel: Full power the victory to win,
And answer all thy righteous will.
4 Pure love to God thy members find; Pure love to every soul of man; And in thy sober, spotless mind, Saviour, our heaven on earth we gain.
1st P. M. 6 lines 85.
The witness of entire consecration.
COME, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire,
Come, and in me delight to rest; Drawn by the lure of strong desire, O come and consecrate my breast; The temple of my soul prepare, And fix thy sacred presence there. 2 If now thine influence I feel, If now in thee begin to live, Still to my heart thyself reveal; Give me thyself, forever give: A point my good, a drop my store, Eager I ask, I pant for more.
3 Eager for thee I ask and pant, So strong the principle divine Carries me out with sweet constraint, Till all my hallow'd soul is thine; Plunged in the Godhead's deepest sea, And lost in thy immensity.
4 My peace, my life, my comfort thou, My treasure and my all thou art; True witness of my sonship, now Engraving pardon on my heart: Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven, Earnest of love, and pledge of heaven.
PRAYER is appointed to convey
The blessings God designs to give : Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live. 2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If guilt deject; if sin distress;
In every case, still watch and pray. 3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak: Though thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak; But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 4 Depend on him; thou canst not fail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not; his merits must prevail : Ask but in faith, it shall be done.
PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd or unexpress'd;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach on high.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death,- He enters heaven with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways;
While angels, in their songs, rejoice, And cry,-Behold, he prays!
6 O Thou, by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way,-. The path of prayer thyself hast trod:- Lord, teach us how to pray!
TROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; A place than all besides more sweet,- It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene, where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy-seat.
4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd? Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suff'ring saints no mercy-seat?
5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, While glory crowns the mercy-seat.
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