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What! has the Holy Ghost forgot
And lets them lifeless lie? 4 No, thou almighty Paraclete, Thou shedd'st thy heavenly influence yet,
Thou visit'st sinners still: Thy breath of life, thy quick’ning flame, Thy power, thy Godhead, still the same, We
own, because we feel.
The Blood of Sprinkling.
And naild and pierced thy body there. 2 Yet, let the blood our hands have spilt,
Be sprinkled on each guilty heart,
the conscience well from guilt, And everlasting life impart. 3 So will we sing thy lovely name,
For grace so rich and freely given;
“ These are they which came out of great tribulation."
Come through sore temptations.
Pray for faith and patience,
2 See the suff'ring church of Christ,
Gather'd from all quarters:
Were not murder'd martyrs.
Feel its sad condition;
Need the good Physician. 4 Of that mighty multitude,
Who of life were winners,
All were wretched sinners.
Till the blood of Jesus
Now they sing his praises.
But richer far, for more it cost.
But Christ well knows, and Christ alone, How dear to him our cleansing stood,
Baptized with fire, and bathed in blood. 3 Not but we taste his bitter cup;
But only he could drink it up.
4 This fire will not consume, but melt;
How soft, compared with that he felt!
Faith and Repentance.
Of your condescending God;
Who hath wash'd us in his blood. We are poor, and weak, and silly, And to every
prone; Yet our Jesus loves us freely,
And receives us for his own.
He hath made us priests and kings.
To the Lamb the sinner sings.
Come before him as you are:
Needs the good Physician's care. 3 Oh! beware of fondly thinking
God accepts thee for thy tears.
Can the ruin'd rise by fears?
'Tis but fancied faith at most;
To be saved before you're lost. 4 No big words of ready talkers,
No dry doctrine, will suffice:
Broken hearts, and humble walkers,
These are dear in Jesus' eyes. Tinkling sounds of disputation,
Naked knowledge, all are vain: Every soul that gains salvation
Must and shall be born again.
When he bore the curse for you. 2 Your dread crimes once pierced his heart;
Sunk his soul in vengeful smart;
Now maintains your peace with God. 3 Endless blessings on him rest!
Broken hearts in him are bless'd;
He upholds them with his hand. 4 In his heart they have a place,
'Stablish'd there through sovereign grace; And, in his set time and way,
He will change their night to day. 5 Trust in him, ye tempted saints;
Tell him all your sad complaints;
Give you strength and victory.
Then thy wonders we'll proclaim,
And adore thy matchless name. 7 Endless blessings rest on thee!
Thou hast set the captive free;
Praise for a Complete Saviour.
And saved us from the pains of hell; 2 To him that found us dead in sin,
And planted holy life within;
From endless night to endless day; 3 To him that wrought our righteousness,
And sanctified us by his grace;
Through the red sea of his own blood; 4 To him that sits upon the throne,
The great eternal Three in One;
“At evening time it shall be light."Zech. xiv. 7. What am I, and where am I? Strange my self and paths appear; ; Scarce can lift a thought on high, Or drop one heart-feeling tear.