Thy blood's renewing might,
Can make the foulest clean;
Can wash the Ethiopian white,
And change the leopard's skin.
O THOU that hear st the prayer of faith,
Wilt thou not save a soul from death
That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffer'd once for me.
Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood:
Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be,
Thy merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
Then snatch me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send;
By him some word of life impart;
And sweetly whisper to my heart;
Thy Maker is thy friend."
The king of terrors then would be,
A welcome messenger to me,
That bids me come away;
Unclog'd by earth or earthly things,
I'd mount upon his sable wings
To everlasting day.
John, i. 16, and 1 Cor. iv. 7.
LORD, is not all from thee?
Is not all fulness thine?
Whate'er of good there is in me,
O Lord, is none of mine.
Each holy tendency
Did not thy mercy give?
And what, O Saviour, what have I
That I did not receive?
I cannot speak a word,
Or think a thought that's good, But what proceedeth from the Lord; And cometh forth from God.
Jesus, I know full well,
What my best actions are:
They'd sink my sinful soul to hell,
If unrefin'd they were.
Myself and all I do,
O sprinkle with thy blood; Renew me, Saviour, ere I go, To stand before my God.
I of myself have nought,
That can his justice please;
Not one right word, nor act, nor thought,
But what I owe to grace.
SHOULD'ST thou be strict to mark our faults, Who could acquitted be?
Who, unrenewed, could stand the search, Or bear the scrutiny?
Lord, at thy feet I meekly fall,
Held in contrition's chain :
Thy gracious hand that cast me down,
Shall raise me up again.
O speak the word, thy servant hears,
Pronounce me pardon'd now:
Lord, I believe, increase my faith,
And let me know thee too.
Thou only, Saviour, hast the key,
Unlock the prison door!
Though yet I cannot fly to thee,
I'll send my heart before.
The blood of sprinkling now apply,
And that shall make ine clean;
Weigh not my worthless works, O Lord,
But O forgive my sin!
Take now away whate'er obstructs
Thine intercourse with me:
And may I cheerfully leave all
I have, to follow thee!
Ps xlviii. 14. John xx. 17.
O God, my God thou art,
My Father too by grace;
I dare not from my hope depart,
Or cease to seek thy face:
My thirsty spirit pants
Thy plenitude to prove,
And comprehend with all thy saints,
The fulness of thy love.
In this dry, barren land,
Where water is not found,
I fain would fly to thy right hand,
Where living streams abound;
Thee, thee I long to know,
Athirst for Gɔd I am,
And come to thee as needy now,
As when at first I came.
Thy glory aud thy pow'r
I long again to see,
To have again, as heretofore,
Sweet fellowship with thee;
Again to feel thy peace,
Again thy name to praise;
Better than life thy favour is,
To all that know thy grace.
His name is called the word of God."-Rev. xix. 13.
GREAT Prophet of thy ransomed church,
Command the light to shine;
For stores of wisdom may we search,
Thy word the sacred mine.
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