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* He shall convince of sin."
A sinner trembles at his doom. 2 Convinced and pierced through and through,
He thinks himself the sinner chief;
But in his heart no faith is found. 3 No power his nature can afford
To change his heart, or purge his guilt;
And unto Jesus lifts his hands. 4 So lift I up my hands and eyes,
And all my help in Jesus seek;
To come and be bis guest;
8. 8. 6.
Such simple folk the world despise,
And learn to walk the best.
Which others cannot view; They walk in Christ, the living way, And fight, and win the well-fought day,
Which others cannot do.
My wit and might are his;
And all my hope of bliss.
Thy parlour guest and friend;
Faith and Repentance.
Guide, and counsellor, and friend,
Kind and loving to the end.
Though we hardly of him deem;
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;
Let us not the cost forget.
By the Spirit in our ears,
God's various Dealings with his Children.
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.
But yet we daily see
Duration and degree.
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.
This commonly is true,
Light in God's Light.
I cannot see without his light.
My all is bound up in the Lamb;
3 I cannot walk without his might;
I cannot see without his light;
But through the merits of his blood. 4 It makes me feel
749. “When I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer."-Lam. iii. O.
I HEAR a righteous man,
And thus his grief relate;
But all my prayer he shutteth out. 2 He cries, and cries again,
And yet no answers come;
And still the Lord is dumb;
And Jesus seems to mock his groans. 3 Let every drooping saint
Keep waiting evermore;
Knock on at mercy's door;
And day-light will spring up at last. 4 If Christ do not appear,
When his disciples cry,