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 me 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 owe Yet let my full heart what it can bestow; Like Mary's gift, let my devotion prove, Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love." 150 1 2 Lent: Church Missions. O Lord, revive thy work.-Hab. iii. 2. Thy mighty arm make bare; [S.M. Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, Revive thy work, O Lord, Quicken the smouldering embers now By thine almighty breath. 3 Revive thy work, O Lord, 4 5 Revive thy work, O Lord, Exalt thy precious name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love Revive thy work, O Lord, 151 Whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.-Rev. xxii. 17. [8s. 7s. 4s. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, True belief, and true repentance, 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 rising 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, None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good. Hallelujah! sinners here may sing the same." 152 Why will ye die, O house of Israel? 1 SINNERS, turn: why will ye die? Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why [D. 78. 153 4 Can you doubt if God is love. Let him return unto the Lord.-Isa. lv. 7. [8s. 68. 4. 1 RETURN, O wanderer, to thy home, Thy Father calls for thee: No longer now an exile roam Return, return. 2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, The Spirit and the bride say, Come, Return, return. 3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home, There are no pardons in the tomb, Return, return. 154 There shall be showers of blessing. [8s. 7s. 3. 1 LORD, I hear of showers of blessing, 2 Pass me not, O gracious Father; Sinful though my heart may be; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather 3 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour; Let me love and cling to thee; I am longing for thy favour; Whilst thou'rt calling, O call me—Even me. 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit ; Thou canst make the blind to see; Witnesser of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of power to me-Even me. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless; 7 Pass me not, but, pardon bringing, 155 When I passed by thee, and looked upon thee, [L.M. behold, thy time was the time of love. Ezek. xvi. 8. 1 My God, my Father, dost thou call Thy long-lost wandering child to thee? 2 O Jesus, art thou passing by With all thy goodness, grace, and power? 3 O Holy Spirit, is it thou, My tenderest Friend refused too long? I come, I come: make weakness strong. |