67. Supplication

Ì FATHER of our dying Lord,
Remember us for good;
O fulfil his faithful word,

And hear his speaking blood!
Give us that for which he prays;
Father, glorify thy Son:
Show his truth, and power, and
grace,

And send the promise down.

2 True and faithful Witness thou,
Ö Christ, thy Spirit give!
Hast thou not received him now,
That we might now receive?
Art thou not our living Head?

Life to all thy limbs impart;
Shed thy love, thy Spirit shed,
In every waiting heart.

3 Holy Ghost, the Comforter,

The gift of Jesus, come; Glows our heart to find thee near, And swells to make thee room; Present with us thee we feel, Come, O come, and in us be! With us, in us, live and dwell To all eternity.

68. Yielding to Christ.

1 Now, e'en now, I yield, I yield,
With all my sins to part;
Jesus, speak my pardon seal'd,
And purify my heart!
Purge the love of sin away,
Then I into nothing fall;
Then I see the perfect day,
And Christ is all in all.

2 Jesus, now our hearts inspire
With that pure love of thine;
Kindle now the heavenly fire,
To brighten and refine:
Purify our faith like gold;

All the dross of sin remove; Melt our spirits down, and mould Into thy perfect love.

69. Backslider's Return

1 I WILL hearken what the Lord
Will say concerning me;
Hast thou not a gracious word
For one who waits on thee?
Speak it to my soul, that I

May in thee have peace and power; Never from my Savior fly,

And never grieve thee more

2 How have I thy Spirit grieved. Since first with me he strove ! Obstinately disbelieved,

And trampled on thy love! I have sinn'd against the light; I have broke from thy embrace: No, I would not, when I might Be freely saved by grace."

3 After all that I have done To drive thee from my heart, Still thou wilt not leave thine own,

Thou wilt not yet depart; Wilt not give the sinner o'er; Ready art thou now to save; Bidst me come as heretofore,

That I thy life may have.

4 0 thou meek and gentle Lamb,
Fury is not in thee;"
Thou continuest still the same,
And still thy grace is free;
Still thine arms are open wide,
Wretched sinners to receive;
Thou hast once for sinners died,

That all may turn and live.

5 Lo! I take thee at thy word,
My foolishness I mourn;
Unto thee, my bleeding Lord,
However late, I turn:
Yes; I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to thy speaking blood.
Me, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God.

When ye saw the Lord arise, When ye saw him soaring yonder, What were then your heavenly joys?

Then 'twas "Glory

Glorious majesty and power,
Now his sacred head adorns.
Hallelujah ;

That dear head no more shall
bleed.

4 Is that he, who died on Calvary, "Who was pierced with many a

spear?

Clad with countless suns of glory, See, he rises through the air. Hallelujah ;

Zion's mourner, now rejoice.

5 Was the person, then, so glo

rious,

Which the Jews so marr'd and spoil'd?

kings.'

head,

Though by some he is reviled;

All creation

Soon shall own him Lord of all.

6 Tremble, ye who him rejected Lo! he breaks through yonder cloud;

Rise, ye saints, and shout triumphant,

Victory! through Jesus' blood.
Hark! the trumpet

Sounds the resurrection morn.

It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love.

4 Lord, at thy feet 1 fall,

I groan to be set free; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for thee.

5 To rescue me from wo, Thou didst with all things part;

Didst lead a suffering life below, To gain my worthless heart.

6 My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed dea.h.

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away,
My Jesus to receive?

8 Nay, but I yield, I yield!
I can held out no more:
I sink, by dying love compell'd,
And own Thee conqueror !