Thy promise stands engaged to come 4 Come, Lord, and grant each soul to feel Its interest in thy grace; And give us faith, and hope, and love, 5 If thou should'st leave us, we must fall, Without thee, cannot rise, For when our Jesus hides his face, 6 Lord, give more faith, more solid faith, More confidence in thee; Break off our legal chains, O God, 680. All Settled. C. M. BEFORE all worlds the glorious plan, Was settled by the eternal Three, 3 But what can poor lost sinners say, 4 Why me, why me, O blessed God, 678. The Warfare. C. M. THERE's not a man that's born of God, "If ever my poor soul be saved, 2 There's not a man that's born of God, But feels the plague of sin; And though his outside be kept clean, 3 The old man struggles hard to gain And oft he seems to gain the field, 4 God knows we can do nothing well; He came to seek poor sinners out, 679. Prayer. COME, thou almighty Comforter, That we may praise and sing. 2 We want to feel, we want to see, We want to know thee more; C. M. We want sweet foretastes of thy love, As we have had before. 3 And shall we come in vain to God? Dear Lord, that cannot be; Thy promise stands engaged to come 4 Come, Lord, and grant each soul to feel Its interest in thy grace; And give us faith, and hope, and love, 5 If thou should'st leave us, we must fall, Without thee, cannot rise, For when our Jesus hides his face, 6 Lord, give more faith, more solid faith, More confidence in thee; Break off our legal chains, O God, 680. All Settled. C. M. BEFORE all worlds the glorious plan, Was settled by the eternal Three, 3 But what can poor lost sinners say, 4 Why me, why me, O blessed God, 2 May the eternal Three in One May grace triumphant reign, Sinners, deserving endless pain, 8 May mercy, truth, and peace, And the sweet kingdom of thy grace, 4 May love and harmony 5 Go on, thou mighty God, Thy wonders to make known, 6 Thus let thy kingdom come, Till all thy saints arrive at home, 684. Living Waters. C. M OF cistern waters art thou sick, 2 A spring, that issues from a rock, And rocky hearts, by Moses struck, 3 No spring will quench a thirst like this! 4 Whoe'er can truly say, I thirst, 'Tis free for sinners, vile and lost; 5 Its owner is a heavenly King, 6 Lord, draw me by thy secret touch, 685. "And the Lord shut him in." WHEN Noah, with his favour'd few, Eight human souls, a little crew, 2 Though every part he might secure To make the preservation sure, C. M. |