4 Does it talk of faith, and boast?
Abram had as much as most;
Yet, beguiled by unbelief,
Twice he durst deny his wife.
5 Every prop will, first or last,
Sink and fail but Jesus Christ;
On this sure foundation stone
Let me build and rest alone.
My business lies at Jesus' gate,
Where many a Lazar comes;
And here I sue, and here I wait
For mercy's falling crumbs.
2 My rags and wounds my wants proclaim
And help from him implore;
The wounds do witness I am lame,
The rags that I am poor.
3 The Lord, I hear, the hungry feeds,
And cheereth souls distress'd.
He loves to bind up broken reeds,
And heal a bleeding breast.
4 His name is Jesus, full of grace,
Which draws me to his door;
And will not Jesus show his face,
And bring his gospel store?
5 Supplies of every grace I want,
And each day's want supply;
And if no grace the Lord will grant,
I must lie down and die.
2 Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus,
Can relieve us from our smart;
Nothing else from guilt release us;
Nothing else can melt the heart.
Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
But a sense of blood-bought pardon
Soon dissolves a heart of stone.
3 Teach us, by thy patient Spirit,
How to mourn and not despair;
Let us, leaning on thy merit,
Wrestle hard with God in prayer.
Whatsoe'er afflictions seize us,
They shall profit, if not please;
But defend, defend us, Jesus,
From security and ease.
4 Softly to thy garden lead us,
To behold thy bloody sweat; Though thou from the curse hast freed us, Let us not the cost forget.
Be thy groans and cries rehearsed
By the Spirit in our ears,
Till we, viewing whom we've pierced,
Melt in sympathetic tears.
God's various Dealings with his Children.
How hard and rugged is the way
To some poor pilgrims' feet;
In all they do, or think, or say,
They opposition meet.
Such simple folk the world despise,
Yet simple folk have sharpest eyes,
And learn to walk the best.
2 They view the want of Jesus' light,
Of Jesus' blood, and Jesus might,
Which others cannot view;
They walk in Christ, the living way,
And fight, and win the well-fought day,
Which others cannot do.
3 They all declare, I nothing am,
My life is bound up in the Lamb,
My wit and might are his;
My worth is all in Jesus found,
He is my rock, my anchor's ground,
And all my hope of bliss.
4 Such simple soul I fain would be,
The scorn of man, the joy of thee,
Thy parlour guest and friend;
Do make me, Lord, a little child,
Right simple-hearted, meek, and mild,
And loving to the end.
JESUS is our God and Saviour,
Guide, and counsellor, and friend,
Bearing all our misbehaviour,
Kind and loving to the end.
Trust him, he will not deceive us,
Though we hardly of him deem;
He will never, never leave us;
Nor will let us quite leave him.
2 Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus,
Can relieve us from our smart;
Nothing else from guilt release us;
Nothing else can melt the heart.
Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
But a sense of blood-bought pardon
Soon dissolves a heart of stone.
3 Teach us, by thy patient Spirit,
How to mourn and not despair;
Let us, leaning on thy merit,
Wrestle hard with God in prayer.
Whatsoe'er afflictions seize us,
They shall profit, if not please;
But defend, defend us, Jesus,
From security and ease.
4 Softly to thy garden lead us,
To behold thy bloody sweat;
Though thou from the curse hast freed us,
Let us not the cost forget.
Be thy groans and cries rehearsed
By the Spirit in our ears,
Till we, viewing whom we've pierced,
Melt in sympathetic tears.
God's various Dealings with his Children.
How hard and rugged is the way
To some poor pilgrims' feet;
In all they do, or think, or say,
They opposition meet.
2 Others again more smoothly go,
Secured from hurts and harms;
Their Saviour leads them gently through,
Or bears them in his arms.
3 Faith and repentance all must find;
But yet we daily see
They differ in their time and kind,
Duration and degree.
4 Some long repent and late believe,
But when their sin's forgiven,
A clearer passport they receive,
And walk with joy to heaven.
5 Their pardon some receive at first,
And then, compell'd to fight,
They feel their latter stages worst,
And travel much by night.
6 But be our conflicts short or long,
This commonly is true,
That wheresoever faith is strong,
Repentance is so too.
In darkness born I went astray,
And wander'd from the gospel way;
And since the Saviour gave me sight,
I cannot see without his light.
2 So poor, and blind, and lame I am,
My all is bound up in the Lamb;
And blessed am I when I see
My spirit's inmost poverty.
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