I view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see: And gaze, transported at the sight, To all eternity. 288. T. 90. O CAN it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Saviour's blood? Dy'd he for me, who caus'd his pain? For me, to make my peace with God? Amazing love! how can it be, That Jesus deign'd to die for me? 2 'Tis myst'ry all; my Maker dies! Who can explore his vast design? In vain the highest seraph tries. To sound the depths of love divine; When this became my only plea He freely pardon'd sinful me. 3 He left his Father's throne above, My chains fell off immediately, And cloth'd in righteousness divine, Now humbly I approach the throne, And claim the crown thro' Christ my own. 289. T. 14. IN evil long I took delight, Unaw'd by shame or fear, 2 I saw One hanging on a tree, 3 Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look; It seem'd to charge me with his death, Tho' not a word he spoke. 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, I And plung'd me in despair; saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help'd to nail him there. 5 Alas! I knew not what I did; 6 A second look he gave, which said, I die, that thou may'st live." 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace) It seals my pardon too. 8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd, That I should such a life destroy, 290. T. 582. NOT all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 Christ, the true Paschal Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay the hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 Lord, I look back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the shameful tree; And know my guilt was there. 5 Believing we rejoice Our curse he did remove; Webless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. 291. T. 151. HOW lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! Near unto death he found me, And snatch'd me from the grave; To tell to all around me, His wond'rous pow'r to save. 2 A dying, risen, Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, 293. T. 151. MY Lord, how great the favor, That I a sinner poor, 2 In my forlorn condition, In mercy, O receive me, Thou God, who hearest pray'r! From ev'ry evil save me, Dispel each needless fear. 3 I'll never cease repeating My numberless complaints, But ever be intreating Thee, glorious King of saints, To form me in thine image, And fill my soul with love, Till I to thee my homage Pay with the saints above. 294. T. 22. THE one thing needful, that good part, 2 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies, 5 O Jesus Christ, my Lord and God, 296. T. 14. THOU, Lord, must for thy sake forgive, It cannot be for mine; My pow'r, the pardon to receive, 2 A sinner on mere mercy cast, Thy mercy I embrace, And gladly own from first to last, That I am sav'd by grace. XVII. Of the Surrender of the Heart to Jesus. 297.* T. 582. UNTO the Lamb of God, 2 To him I wholly give 3 How very weak I am, 4 In thy most precious blood, I pray It is thy daily care, Thy helpless sheep to feed; To purify their spotted souls, And gently them to lead. 5 Redeemer of my soul! Whene'er thereon I think, How thy compassion, love and grace, From sin and hell's dark brink Have sav'd and rescu'd me; And how thy cleansing blood, Apply'd unto my heart by faith, Hath brought me nigh to God: 6 I in the dust adore, Amaz'd at grace so free, Bestow'd on such a wretched worm, And ask, "How can it be, That sinners base and vile Should be so greatly lov'd, Who cost thee so much pain and grief, And so ungrateful prov❜d ?” 7 Me thy all-seeing eye Hath kept with watchful care; Thy great compassion never fail'd, Thou heardst my needy pray'r; This makes me firmly trust That thou wilt guide me still, And guard me safe throughout the way That leads to ZION's Hill. 8 Dear Saviour, I resign My worthless heart to thee; (O may I it fulfil!) Thee to exalt with all my strength, 298.* T. 22. O GOD of mercy, grace and love! Thy yearning bowels did thee move, To call me from death's gloomy night Into thy own amazing light. 2 I once was wholly dead in sin, Wholly corrupt and spoil'd within, The carnal mind still bore the sway, And hurry'd me a slave away. 3 It caus'd thee pain, O Son of God, 3 Jesus cur'd my soul's infection By his suff'rings, stripes and wounds: From his death and resurrection, I Life and pow'r to me redounds; Once shall heav'nly joys inherit, by virtue of his merit And ev'n here a foretaste have, sup-Of that world beyond the grave. 4 Thou drewest me with cords of love, Till thou at last didst conqu'ror prove; Till sin's strong pow'r thou hadst prest, And till my weary soul had rest. 5 Now, thro' thy wounds my soul hath found Peace, righteousness, and solid ground; 9 Thus by thy pow'r I here shall be 29.9.* T. 168. O! AT last I've found my Saviour Own'd me as his property: 2 Others may seek satisfaction In this poor world's vanity; 4 Jesus yields me delectation; His atoning death and passion And wipe off my ev'ry tear : 300.* T. 22. WE pray thee, wounded Lamb of God! 2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be 3 What are our works but sin & death, 4 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hastwrought; Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable. 5 First-born of many brethren thou! To thee both earth and heav'n must bow; Help us to thee our all to give, Thine may we die, thine may we live! 301. T. 580. DIDST thou, Lord Jesus, me incline, When I was lost and dead in sin, To hear thy quick'ning voice? Have I obtained in thy blood Redemption,and found peacewith God? And do I in thy name rejoice? 20 I feel I am forgiv'n, A foretaste I enjoy of heav'n Thy Spirit witness bears; By faith thy righteousness is mine, I'm well-assur'd that I am thine, yes, My soul no condemnation fears. 3 Yet 'fore thee, Jesus, I must own, I have not this salvation known By tracing legal ways; No!'twas rhy pow'r rais'd me from sin, Thou didst the saving work begin; Thine be the glory, thine the praise, 4 May I be faithful to thy call, Surrender unto thee my all, Myself to thee resign; When dangers threaten me around, Invincible may I be found, And never from thy will decline. 5 Me with thy gladd'ning oil anoint; The destin'd path thou dost appoint Gladly I then shall tread; Bedew me with a genial show'r, Into my heart thy influence pour, And me with heav'nly manna feed. T. 106. 302.* OGOD! whose love (immense in height, In depth unfathom'd) no man knows; Grant unto me thy saving light, Inly I sigh for thy repose: My heart is pain'd, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in thee. 2 Thy gracious call invites me still, How light thy burden is, to prove ; Yet I'm unsteady; tho' my will Be fix'd, yet wide my passions rove; Great hindrances obstruct the way, I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. 3 Mere mercy'tis, that thou hast brought My soul to seek its peace in thee; Yet while I seek, but find thee not, At rest my wand'ring mind can't be ; Oh, when shall all my wand'rings end, Ah! tear it thence, and be alone 303.* T. 106. TAKE, Lord, all self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me may live! My vile affections crucify, Let not one darling lust survive : O banish self-will from my heart, From all its latent mazes there; My heart, that humbly waits thy call: "I am thy life, thy God, thy all!" Speak to my inmost soul and say, Thy love to taste, thy voice to hear, Thy pow'r to prove, is all my pray❜r. 304. T. 90. JESUS, thy light again I view, Again thy loving-kindness prove, T'enjoy thy all reviving love: To thee, the Lord of earth and skies? My soul and body now receive A holy, living sacrifice; 'Tis all I have to offer thee; O take me as thy property. 3 O may I never from thee stray, Or be again subdu'd by sin; Guide me, my life, my truth, my way, Thy blood preserve mygarment clean, O let thy blood and righteousness My beauty be, my glorious dress. |