2 Goodness I have none to plead, Sinfulness in all I see, God be merciful to me. Dare not lift themselves to thee; God be merciful to me. To thy bosom I would flee: God be merciful to me. And my only hope and plea God be merciful to me. My Interpreter will be; God be merciful to me. a 149 In whom we have redemption through his blood, [10s. the forgiveness of sins.-Eph. i. 7. I look at heaven and long to enter in; And yet I hear a voice that bids me Come.” 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land ? near. 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, “Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.” 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, His are the hands stretch'd out to draw m3 near, And his the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the Throne. 5 'Twas he who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me his grace of pardon, and will give. 6 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of thy righteousness. 7 Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord : Thine all the merits, mine the great reward ; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown, Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down. 8 Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owo Yet let my full heart what it can bestow; Lent: Church Missions. 150 O Lord, revive thy work.-Hab. ii. 2. [S.M. 1 Revive thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare; And make thy people hear. 2 Revive thy work, O Lord, Disturb this sleep of death ; By thine almighty breath, 3 Revive thy work, O Lord, Create soul-thirst for thee; O may our spirits be. Exalt thy precious name; For thee and thine inflame. 5 Revive thy work, O Lord, And give refreshing showers; The blessing, Lord, be ours. 151 IVhosoever will, let him take the water of [8s. 7s. Ss. life freely.--Rev. xxii, 17. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Come in mercy's gracious hour; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power: He is able, he is willing : doubt no inore. 2 Come, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief, and true repentance, Every grace which brings us nigh, Without money come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him : This he gives you; 'tis the Spirit's risirg beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruin'd by the fall, If you tarry till you're better You will never come at all: Not the righteous, sinners Jesus came to call. 5 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the morit of his blood : Venture on him, venture wholly; Let no other trust intrude : None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good. 6 Saints and angels, join’d in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb: While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name: Hallelujah! sinners here may sing the same. 152 [D. 73. Why will ye die, O house of Israel ? Ezek. xxxiii. 11. 1 SINNERS, turn: why will ye die ? ? Will you cross his love, and die ? God, your Saviour, asks you why- Will slight his grace, and die ? God, the Spirit, asks you why- you 4 Can you doubt if God is love. If to all his yearnings move ? not his oath believe ? 153 Let him return unto the Lord. - Isa. lv. 7. [8s. 6s. 4. 1 RETURN, O wanderer, to thy home, Thy Father calls for thee: Return, return. 'Tis Jesus calls for thee: , Return, return. 'Tis madness to delay : Return, return. 154 There shall be showers of blessing. [8s. 7s. 3. Ezek. xxxiv. 26. 1 LORD, I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scatt'ring full and free: Showers the thirsty land refreshing; Let some droppings fall on me-Even me. 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father ; Sinful though my heart may be; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather Let thy mercy light on me-Even me. |