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. 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping Long been slighting, grieving thee ? Has the world my heart been keeping ? O forgive and rescue me—Even me. 6 Love of God, so pure and changeless ; Blood of Christ, so rich and free; Grace of God, so strong and boundless, Magnify it all in me-Even me. 7 Pass me not, but, pardon bringing, Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee; Whilst the streams of life are springing, Blessing others, O bless me-Even me. 155 When I passed by thee, and looked upon thee, (L.M. behold, thy time was the time of love.- 1 My God, my Father, dost thou call Thy long-lost wandering child to thee? I come; Lord, save thou me. 2 0 Jesus, art thou passing by With all thy goodness, grace, and power ? And dost thou hear my broken cry? ? I come, I come, in mercy's hour. I My tenderest Friend refused too long ? I come, I come: make weakness strong. 4 Yes, Lord, I come: thy heart of love Is moving, kindling, drawing mine. The bliss, the heaven of being thine.b 156 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock. [7s. Cs. Rev. iii. 20. Outside the fast-closed door, To pass the threshold o'er : ; To keep him standing there. And lo, that hand is scarr'd, And tears thy face have marr’d. So patiently to wait ! So fast to bar the gate ! In accents meek and low, And will ye treat me so ?' We open now the door: And leave us nevermore." 157 Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep [P.M. which was lost.-Luke xv. 6. In the shelter of the fold; Far off from the gates of gold, from me; Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 2 “Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine, Are they not enough for thee?" But the Shepherd made answer: "This of mine Has wander'd away And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find my sheep.” 3 But none of the ransom'd ever knew How deep were the waters cross’d; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord pass'd through Ere he found his sheep that was lost. Out in the desert he heard its cry, Sick, and helpless, and ready to die. 4 "Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way, That mark out the mountain's track ?" “ They were shed for one who had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back." “Lord, whence are thy hands so rent and torn ?” “They are pierced to-night by many a thorn.' 5 And all through the mountains, thunder-riven, And up from the rocky steep, Rejoice, I have found my sheep.” And the angels echoed around the throne, “Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own." 158 Every man that hath heard, and hath learned [&s. 7s. of the Father, cometh unto me.-John vi. 45. 1 Souls of men, why will ye scatter, Like a crowd of frighten'd sheep ? From a love so true and deep ? 2 Was there ever kindest shepherd Half so gentle, half so sweet, Come and gather round his feet? 3 There is plentiful redemption In the blood that has been shed : In the sorrows of the Head. And oh come not doubting thus, His great tenderness for us. 5 For the love of God is broader Than the measures of man's mind; Is most wonderfully kind. We should take him at his word ; In the sweetness of our Lord.m 159 He is able to keep that which I have committed [11s. unto him.-2 Tim. i. 12. 1 JESUS, I will trust thee, trust thee with my soul; Guilty, lost, and helpless, thou canst make me whole. There is none in heaven or on earth like thee : Thou hast died for sinners—therefore, Lord, for me. 2 Jesus, I may trust thee, name of matchless worth, Spoken by the angel at thy wondrous birth ; Written, and for ever, on thy cross of shame, Sinners read and worship, trusting in that name. 3 Jesus, I must trust thee, pondering thy ways, Full of love and mercy all thine earthly days : a Sinners gather'd round thee, lepers sought thy faceNone too vile or loathsome for a Saviour's grace. 4 Jesus, I can trust thee, trust thy written word, Though thy voice of pity I have never heard. When thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste how sweetOnly may I hearken, sitting at thy feet. Ι 5 Jesus, I do trust thee, trust without a doubt: Whosoever cometh, thou wilt not cast out; Faithful is thy promise, precious is thy blood ; These my soul's salvation, thou my Saviour God. a The Passion . “BY THY CROSS AND PASSION, GOOD LORD, DELIVER US.' PALM SUNDAY. [7s. 6s. 160 Hosanna to the Son of David.-Matt. xxi. 9. To thee, Redeemer, King, Made sweet Hosannas ring! Thou David's Royal Son, The King and Blessed One. Are praising thee on high ; Created, make reply. With palms before thee went: Before thee we present. |