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Millions will unto mountains call,
To hide them and upon them fall.] 3 Poor soul, what is thy hope?
On what dost thou depend?
To Christ, the sinner's Friend?
And then, O then, what wilt thou do? 4 Christians, lift up your heads;
Say, What has Jesus done?
The Saviour has made known:
Safety in Christ.--2 Cor. ix. 15. IMMORTAL honours rest on Jesus' head; My God, my Portion, and my Living Bread: In Him í live, upon him cast my care; He saves from death, destruction, and despair. 2 He is my refuge in each deep distress; The Lord my strength, & glorious righteousness; Through floods and flames he leads me safely on, And daily makes his sovereign goodness known. 3 My every need he richly will supply; Nor will his mercy ever let me die; In him there dwells a treasure all divine, And matchless grace has made that treasure
mine. 40 that my soul could love and praise him more, His beauties trace, his majesty adore;
Live near his heart, upon his bosom lean; Obey his voice, and all his will esteem 668.
Panting for Pardon.-Ps. xxix. 11. JEHOVAH God! eternal Lord most high! Permit a worm to bow before thy throne: A worm deserving endless misery: But pleads the blood that did for sin atone. 2 [I feel myself a rebel, base and vile; From head to feet a mass of sin and guilt; Nor have I skill the malady to heal, But plead the blood that once for sin was spilt.] 3 A base, ungrateful monster I have been, And now with shame my guilt and folly own; I cannot, dare not, on my own works lean, But plead the blood that did for sin atone. 4 Nor dare I promise future good to bring, I know my heart deceitful is indeed; Compell’d I am on Christ alone to hang, And plead that blood by which the church is
freed. 5 If thou, dear Lord, so base a wretch wilt save, Then all the glory shall redound to thee; While here, and when I reach beyond the grave, My soul shall sing salvation full and free. Welcome to Jesus.- Isa. xliv. 22.
108. Poor sinners, sunk in sin's tremendous cell, Tormented with the fiery darts of hell, On Jesus call, though wretched be your case; He came the lost to seek and save by grace.
2 What tho’your sins like mountains on you fall,
“Without me ye can do nothing."- John xv. 6.
We sink under Satan and sin,
We neither can hope nor believe,
But with a loathing heart!
And by my very birth unclean. 2 Soon as my heart could beat,
It drank in various woe;
Through all its channels flow;
It knows and craves no higher birth 3 From this polluted spring
All filthy waters rise;
I date my maladies:
4 Aud what can wash me clean
But Jesus' precious blood?
And bringeth nigh to God;
And all my leprosy subdue.
Upon my panting heart,
Upon the inward part;
And all my warfare o'er;
And brooding sorrows steal my rest. 2 I mourn to see thy blood
So foully trampled on;
To swift destruction run;
They dance the hell-ward road apace. 3 I pant, I groan, I grieve
For my untoward heart;